|‘East Hill, Sudbury’ by Jay Cool|
[Inspired by a walk up East Hill, in inland Sudbury, after partaking of an excellent brew in Prado Lounge.]
seagulls and chips,
trawlers and tankers,
drunken sailors and fishermen
leering and lurching at ladies,
whilst lurking in bars
with their pints.
Beaches of pebbles, jarring my soles,
waves that nip at my toes,
wetting my socks and plimsolls,
stones thrown by boys, skimming my cheeks,
and crashing into
deep salty water, diluted by the salty tears of
The seas of my childhood,
of Grimsby and Fleetwood and Felixstowe,
come rushing down East Hill.
from Sudbury’s Homebase mountain,
swimming with salt from McDonalds’.
Wetting my boots.
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, October 2018