It can’t be often that you get inspiration from watching the Eurovision Song Contest. But that is what happened to me. It really was a lightbulb moment!

When I went to bed that night I had this overwhelming desire to write a poem about my little girl. It wasn’t a very good one. I hadn’t written anything since school and that was a long, long time ago. I then thought I can’t leave Samuel out so I wrote another poem. This one was much better. It isn’t very “deep” it just captures a snapshot in time. Which is really what it was. It was a memory of my boy on holiday playing in the rock pools.

If you like it let me know. If you write as well leave a comment.


Sun gleamed head
thrown back,
with delight.
gold strands,
catching light.
Amber eyes;
emerald flecks.
Skyward slanting;
sandy specked.
Sand pool.
Seaweed trimmed.
Lime-lichened stones,
limpet rimmed.
My Neptune of the beach;
Enthralled by sea-drops
brilliant dance.
plays across his hands.
Rainbowed prisms,
cascading down.
An innocent delight
In natural jewels.
by the sun-warmed pool.


2 thoughts on “Samuel

  1. Hi Clair
    What a wonderful blog – i really enjoyed reading through all your stories – brought some tears out too – admiring how you share both the great and difficult moments


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