It's Still Life

Blowing Through Skagen

I’ve been to Skagen.
Once.
I was young.
Seems like yesterday.

There was grey
gritty sand
blowing
down the street.

Danish flags
snapping the air,
fringed edges,
flagellated by wind.

We walked the beach.
Licked strawberry ice cream,
and chewed grit
for several days after.

Stayed in a hotel
straight out of
a Steven King book.
I couldn’t sleep.

Red Rum Red Rum

The next day I ate
cod poached in cream
with long feathery
fingers of dill.

And that’s why I
remember Skagen.

4b 04.06 “vacation” Image from Wikipedia: Skagen Denmark ©️ Misky 2020