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MUSSELWICK BOOKWORMS
May 15th 2025
The weather was on Best Behaviour yesterday, so I had to go for a swim;
But I might have gone down anyway, for the filthy state I was in!
I’d been boring concrete, holes for bolts, and with the afternoon air so dry
A ten mil drill, max percussion, had really made the dust fly.
Such a rush to reach the beach, the tide was well past low;
But I managed to get round onto the sand, quickly into the sea did go.
And after I had swum, then dried, in clean clothes to make me civilised
A splosh along the wave-washed strand, a wade, and then – back on dry land.
And there, sat on those sun-warmed rocks, such a picture to delight:
Three ladies all a-reading, with occasional glances at the gannets’ flights.
I’m sure that at least the one of them had previously swum,
Then dressed again in haste: methought I spied a dampish bum!
The important point is, they were READING: reading, praise their souls –
Not gawping into silly screens, disappearing down electronic rabbit holes.
The lady whom I spoke to, friendly, smiling, kind,
Was so proud of her tatty red hardback, a lucky charity shop find.
She told me with conviction she was loving Karen Blixen:
Short stories, these, from Denmark – this time, Africa left behind.
The keen lass nearer to the sea, she waved a doorstop so I’d see.
Then straight away, back to her words; but don’t think she had to be a nerd:
Perhaps not Harry Potter, but a compendium of VS Naipaul –
Or there again, Philip Pullman is not to be sniffed at at all.
The youngest of the three, she had little time for me:
Like a combine harvester, she ate down each page so voraciously…
Well, bless her and bless them all, print-absorbed beside the sparkling blue:
Taking a book down to the shore – there are far worse things you could do!
© Christopher Jessop 2025
