Beach Breezes

Written for:  Poetics Aside #433 – Write a fun poem.

In a cabin on a hill
overlooking glistening
ocean, we were four friends
at leisure. On arrival,
the guys batted a ball
around using two large
umbrellas.  I have the photo.

We rented funny movies,
drank more than a little
wine. My girlfriend 
a hanging man out of

pipe cleaners. We placed him
in the front window. Through
that window we watched sun
smile through daybreak,
and sky burst into purple-red
ripples at sundown.

My girlfriend’s husband,
infamous for whoops-ing
his way through dropped
glassware, wine spills,
and other ills, poked noisily, 
and mercilessly at offended
logs in the fireplace.
We knew he was due for
a mishap. The guys went
out for groceries. Soon as
they left, we smelled smoke.
No joke. Mr. Whoops had dumped
what he thought were cooled
ashes into a plastic garbage
can in the kitchen. Shazam!
Fire rose and melted the can
into a strange lumpy shape.
We could not stop laughing.
We laughed on the beach,
in restaurants, and in that
cabin on a hill, overlooking
the beach.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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