Llandudno Out of Season

Climbing the Orme:

Pastel hotels curve

Like wedding cake slices

Along the promenade.

The wind is wild,

Flinging waves onto pebble

And battering hunched figures.

I see white turbines:

Spindle sharp, far out,

Whilst feathery palms

Stream townward fronds

To ugly brown statues.

Alice sends a Victorian postcard

From Fish n’ Chip cafes.

But there are:

No trams

No cable car

No parking;

Out of season.

Some have seen Northern Lights

But for now it’s clouded,

Only star – studded

With pantomime thrills

In the entertainment powerhouse.

 

March 2016

 

 

 

 

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