A Vacation

I was a torpedo, skimming the surface of the green summer sea; I was a mountain, touching the clouds at the summit, where Frozen ice-pools lay. I was a crumpet, soaking the butter of chat and cream tea. I was a musical note, a skirling pipe, causing a dance in Firelight. I Was a lover, loving in a plush hotel room, every day. I was a massage, muscles bending, relaxing, in sweet scented room. I was a cinema goer; drinking the flicks With Milan, De Niro and Munro. I was a free man, away from work, and bosses and targets too. I was a beach, with white sand and too much drink. And, like the Torpedo; I was a poem I wrote; which skimmed the surface and made me feel free. 15/4/2015 Written for the Vacation contest 15/04/2015