(Day 26) Skywriting

Skywriting across ripples of wood

And the brow of the hill

Over the horizons of the hotel

Into a review of the waves.

Skywriting across rainbows

Pretending to have fun

Blindfolded into a barrel of

Sniggering windswept giggles.

Skywriting with a ball point pen

Through pateroral scenes

Of short breaks

Before waving goodbye.

Skywriting through Cleverleys

Onto Fleetwood

And past the pensioners

Waiting outside our hotel.

Skywriting in forgotten whispers

With the stones of experiences

And ferries which remind

Tied up in my heart,

Facing the wrong way home. 

(Day 26 is alas another Blackpool poem which came to light today

after watching the writing in this sky this morning)