I’m now on holiday for a week and feeling a lot less motivated to write each day so the quality of the poems (already questionable) will probably get worse.
Today’s prompt was to write a letter.
A letter of apology to the locals in The Padstow Inn specifically between the months of April and August
Having turned our noses up at Rick Stein’s
we appear blinking
in the doorway
with our rucksacks and sunglasses
take a window seat
for the plug socket.
I can see how much you hate us
and we really are the worst
the kind that don’t stick to Café Rouge
and Pizza Express
but go off the beaten track
in search of somewhere authentic.
We’ve been round every ethical jewellery
and handmade soap shop
perused the windows of Joules and Sea Salt
successfully bought nothing
at the indoor craft market
and local seascapes in watercolour gallery
taken the obligatory ice cream in the harbour shot
hold it up.
Now in your pub
gawping at the Cornish memorabilia
putting too much effort in to reading
a framed list
of all the ships insured in Padstow
half heartedly writing a poem about this
and eating a freshly caught