Holidaying in Borth

[billy]

No sea-front, no vista, no view
the buildings crouch
behind huge monolithic cubes
seeking shelter from bully-boy seas.

Gnarled cottages with rooms to let,
guest houses with 'Vacancy' signs.
Tatty souvenir shops and penny arcades
sad caffs with ersatz tomato sauce
and melamine tables bolted to the floors.
Blinking neon fish and chip restaurants
with scribbled menus taped to their doors.

'Happy days are here again.
The skies above are clear again
Let's sing a song of cheer again
Happy days are here again'.

Edges of childhood. Bucket'n'spade days.
Cut-price holidays, out of season.
Memories of an empty promenade,
screaming seagulls and deserted beaches,
walking in the dismal drizzle of the rain.


This is a poem referred to in another thread, which originally began as Higgledy piggledy houses
painted all colours and hues....lines which were removed

Borth is a small town in Wales.
Edit - I know the whole verse is 'telly' but I didn't know about such things when I wrote this!

it's a bit telly but the poem is the poem because it i think it needs to be telly. some poem need the tell to come alive. i've been to this place you speak of an a hundred places like it. some of the tell gives an imagery that's been comon in my life, as a child and as an adult.
ray and addy made a point i'd have mentioned with huge.
i like the happy days song snippet, it dates the poem and gives it a lot of depth. i don't think you need to tell the reader about it being end of childhood, same with the 'memories of' it's much nicer to realise the nostalgia for what it is. i really enjoyed the place where this took me to , thank you.