Coincidence Ruined Our Holiday. Poem by Miki Byrne

Coincidence Spoiled Our Holiday.

It’s funny how the world is sometimes,
the little surprises it holds.
Like when we went to Weston Super-Mare.
Thought it was miles from home.
Far enough away to bring adventure.
A sense of pastures new. We felt released,
unrecognised. No-one here knew us.
We could be whoever we wanted to be.
Make up lives that were more shiny than school,
home, playing out. We flounced along the beach
Free as birds from home’s contrasts.
Kitted out in new clothes bought specially.
Brought in a case that was grown-up, chic.
Then we saw our maths teacher coming toward us.
Almost unrecognisable in his out of context shorts.
Coincidence really but it took the wind out of our sails.