Jane and I had travelled to Folkestone on a dull December day

We walked along the cloud high promenade and followed

The Lost Alexandra as she hung high above the silver sea

She soon disappeared from view into the low grey sheet skies

So we switched our attentions to the bright lights

That illuminated this coastal town and its harbour arm

A Christmas market was being held

On each of the station platforms one and two

It was whilst we were there that it started to rain

But we were not showered by droplets of rain

Only by the mists of the coloured sea glass

That had drifted in from the brilliant sea

 

 

Folkestone 11/12/21