Copyright 2007 Jennie Gilling. All Rights Reserved
Cocooned in the hum of buildings,
conversation clinks
like cutlery on plates.
Undulating voices
throw out the odd
audible word.
Customers arrive windswept.
'You can't do a thing
on a day like this!'
Charging waves
explode on the beach,
empty of walkers.
A taut red flag salutes
seagulls suspended
above rows of deckchairs
that flip-flap striped semaphore.
All is silenced
by thick glass.
The separate worlds of cafe tables
hold audiences looking out
at white domes
and balustrades,
reminiscent of India.
They proudly announce
Smile, you're on holiday.