Clubhouse Days

Summer is gone and now reality returns...

Clubhouse Days

 

Gazing at the old wooden rackets

Among the endless sepia photos,

History of past crowds,

Tournaments long gone,

Locations changed or forgotten,

Blurry images of loving couples in fine outfits

Enjoying the elegant clubhouse dances,

Those pale, lacy dresses with close fitted

Bodices,

Parasols in the sun as they stroll in the sands,

Dashing gentlemen claim their hands,

As little girls and young boys race around corners,

People gather to share drinks at covered tables,

Their cheerful vital attachments forming during

The seaside summer seasons,

As the fluttering butterflies kiss the open roses

Gracing the porches of their rented beach houses,

Moving from sepia to black & white to colors

On the club walls as time marches on,

Nearly no one notices the changes here as the sea scents

The air and the cheerful blue sky fills their open spaces

Where attractive people lounge by the water with

Pretty drinks as their children build empires in the white

Grains surrounding them,

The focus is on fun and games while the warm season lasts

And freckles form to stretch across their sun-kissed

Cheeks calming their inner souls

And releasing positive senses to prevent old inner tensions,

Young couples watch the constellations light up while

They cuddle deep into each other around

Shared beach fires,

Burning hotly to fin off the night chill after

The sun disappears and the moonlight

Swaps it, a

Welcome replacement to neon-lit offices

And cluttered desks,

A sabbatical of free-time where young

Girls wear Jackie O sunglasses and tie

Their wet hair back in jolly ponytails,

Yachts and big liners fill the harbors

Waiting to be sailed,

Blue waters, elegant couples, members and

Invited guests circling the pristine decks,

Inlets of fascination and narrow boarding docks

Waiting for their evening return.--J. E. Cook ©2017

 

 

Author's Note

THANKS!

Reviews

[.]

A wonderful descriptive insight into those lazy, hazy days of Summer.

Your use of description to create a mental picture in the readers mind is your most powerful literary device. For not all could imagine such a place, but with your words you can transport us there and we can almost witness the sights and sounds for ourselves.

Another well written piece.

[Josie E. Cook M. A.]

Thank you for this wonderful review!
:)

[Coyote Poetry]

A wonderful story and memory shared. I liked the places and how you described them. Thank yu Josie forJosie for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Sami Khalil]

Very memorable as time turns in curves and loops. Bringing those days to mind can be refreshing especially when they meant a lot. Kudos

[Josie E. Cook M. A.]

Thanks!
:)