Esther Chilton

This week’s Guest Writer will be a familiar name. Talented Alyson Faye has featured as a Guest Writer a number of times. It’s a pleasure to wecome her back with a super poem, which brings back many a memory:

‘70’s Child

By

Alyson Faye

 

Summer’s drawl, resonant with

scents of strawberries,

slippery helter skelter slides and

gleaming wet beaches.

Sandy sandwiches eaten

on stripy beach towels-

laid out amid the caravan circles.

 

Winter’s crawl, rumbling through

oak panelled school assembly halls,

blue thighed on hockey pitches

high voiced in choirs.

Polished oak desks

tattooed with ink scrawls.

Sharp edged exam papers and

detentions till dusk.

 

Steamed up windows on

bus rides home.

Stopping off for penny treats

at the corner shop.

Short cutting through back alleys,

yellow hoop in hand.

Satchel full to bursting,

kicking old coke cans.

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