Poem of the Day


The holiday is over

by Carolyn Eldridge-Alfonzetti


Bone tired

Mum bends over yawning suitcases;

sorts by colour

the jumble

of sea-scented clothes.


The groaning washer

shudders in sympathy

as tiny souvenir shells

swim from sand-peppered pockets

to tinkle and swirl

in foreign

lemon-boosted foam.

  • First published in The School Magazine (Touchdown, April 2011)