Candy floss and tea,
the last Dog Day of August barks
and fun before school
and Christmas adverts
come along and spoil the thought
of forever sunshine in towns like Southport.
Candy floss and cooling tea, still stirred
and gossiped over as children swarm
and take photographs of the mirror image
in the Hall of Mirrors
whilst seagulls above squawk, keeping an eye
on congealing chips and left
over baited breath fish and pie crust.
Candy floss and final dregs of summer tea,
September days out limited,
no time to spare, October winds chill
and park November’s frumpy backside
down in fireplace gaze, no candy floss,
sticky and sickly, inedible,
but loved in last day of August’s dream.
Ian D. Hall 2017