Updated: Jul 16, 2020
This poem is all about my favourite place- a little coastal village called Southwold. As a child, I visited Southwold every year with my family for holiday. I first went when I was 6 months old so it's fair to say I grew up here. Since I moved out of London, I live considerably closer so I'm extremely lucky that with the help of a bus I can be there within two hours, meaning those yearly visits have become more like 6 monthly visits! Nevertheless, every year, despite me being older, we always make sure we are booked in for a holiday. I am devastated that this year we are unable to go, so this poem is a reminder that this beautiful, calming corner of the world will still be there no matter what.
Have you ever attempted sleeping with a guiding light
Into your periphery
Bolting you up,
You are suddenly aware of the sand in between
It guides you to land,
A safety net.
You see the seashore,