Flip-flopping in sandals down the beach
Worn picnic tote vibrant with silverware
The useful mosquito repellent shines hot
As I make my way to lovers’ secret corner
With Keats’ sonnets tucked under my arm
Linking to Poets United
The Dream Picnic
Life in Verse, Prose & Visuals
Aah…lovely! Keats’ sonnets are heavenly…..
A picnic with Keats sounds perfect!
Keats and sonnets on the beach! Perfection!
picnics with a lover is the best…if not Keats will do…bkm
I hear you. Nice one
Much💚love
A great walk and a good chose of companion 🙂
I am not sure I would take poetry to he beach with me, but whatever turns you on. I prefer to be curled up and be at one with a poets words and not have gulls and boisterous kids with balls or kites interfering with my mind as well as the greedy seabirds. However if you can find a secret cove of your own…fine!
A picnic with Keats sounds perfect,.Khaya!
They are, indeed!
Always a great companion, if nothing else!
Thank you!
Couldn’t ask for more. 🙂
Hence the lover’s secret corner. 🙂 I hardly picnic in open spaces because I just don’t like crowded places. So, taking a book along to read or a notebook to draft my own poems while enjoying good weather always bring great joy!
My kinda of picnic. Thanks Kim!
A lover is always close by. 🙂
What would be romance without Keats! Thank you, Val. 🙂
😊
A little cove of heaven.
That, my dearest lady, sounds like a perfect moment–in image, in weather, and in company!
Your picnic ingredients, seem so perfect for the whole adventure…
It is, indeed. 🙂
When things fall into place; absolute bliss!
Thanks Eileen. I appreciate your visit too.