dave disbury tesco poet

Diving by Dave Disbury

Everyone was in the garden.
With metal hot to the touch.
I didn’t want to do much.


My shirt, wet, stuck to my skin.
I picked up my reading,
Being cooler, to stay in.


There’s a shout from the garden.


They must’ve stopped their game!
One of them was calling.
‘Hey, what’re you doing?
It too nice to stay in.
Besides Dad’s gone for ice-cream.’
I put down my book and took a look.


The pool looked inviting.
Next door’s cousin is smiling, beckoning.
Within seconds, into the cool water,
She and I were diving.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.