Nikki Barker


Serene Sensorama

I espy with sun kissed eyes,
ink spot clouds in Wedgewood skies,
seagulls surfing a thermal breeze,
reflection mirrored by amethyst seas.

A patchwork of deckchairs cannot hide,
sand-dunes stroked by a virgin tide,
translucent fingers softly engraved,
coastlines curled and Marcel waved,

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