Short Bathers Poems
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There was a young girl from Saskatoon
who went to the nude beach in sunny June.
When she shed her knickers
to the bathers snickers,
they all donned shades for the light of the moon.
April 10, 2018
Contest: Traditional Limerick
Sponsor: Viv Wigley
You had our meeting
as a chat
like midnight bathers
haplessly skinny dipping
you had it to a fine art
I gave my best shot
like the brightest CV
I rendered my soul
and was found wanting
May I ask you
what are you truly looking for
like a jet plume in the sky
you jettison the natural order
whilst Rosy sleeps
It is a Renoir she said.
I was in no way interested.
The only artist I feel is less interesting is Monet.
But I liked her, so I agreed to go to the art exhibit.
One of Renoir's paintings intrigued me.
Captured a bit of my heart and soul.
I sat and stared at The Bathers for a long time.
Ready to go? She asked.
Not yet.
On windy days alone he prays
For a brighter time those memories
All of those
Lime trees
Sunny days
Swarming bees
Golden haze
Life was rich
Life was there
He was there
So far
So far removed
He always cared
Thinking of
Dreaming of
Orange blossom
The bathers beach
Naked bottoms
Out of reach
Life was rich
Life was there
He was there
So far
So damned distant
Was he ever aware?
Form:
Alone it dreams
The inner bay where the water is shallow
I rolled up my trousers leg and waded out to see
the small polished stones
With sunlight and the clear sea the stones had
the appearance of diamonds to kill for.
I took up a few but in my hands, they quickly lost their
lustre; threw them back, my feet was cold it was not
yet summer when the inner bay would be full of bathers
who wished the beach was sandy.
Alone it dreams
The inner bay where the water is shallow
I rolled up my trousers leg and waded out to see
the small polished stones
With sunlight and the clear sea, the stones had
The appearance of diamonds to kill for.
I took up a few, but in my hands, they quickly lost their
lustre; threw them back, my feet were cold, it was not
Yet summer, when the inner bay would be full of bathers
who wished the beach were sandy.
Summer sand soft and sultry,
Salty sweat, sweet and wet.
Wistless wind, waveless water,
Bathers baking, basking burning
Seagull scavenger of shiny sea
Searching, scurrying squabling over scraps.
Wandering women walk with will
Wondering why weight won’t wither.
Trembling toddlers take tentative steps
Towards towering tidal tempest
Cumulonimbus clouds clearing
Silent sky screaming
Silken sunlight streaming
Doting Dad daydreaming
Miserable Midsummer
‘Tis midsummer, and we have no choice;
The thermometers have reached a peak,
Three digits creeping and sticking,
Air conditioners running full speed.
We look at heat waves out the window
We wait for dusk and something cold
Hope mama remembered popsicles,
And little bathers splash so bold.
We wait for the big weatherman
To say there’s a break, I smell fall,
Midsummer comes, but it will go,
And gold and red will cover all.