Shadows dancing ...

I looked up from the ribbed sand to see the Grand Hotel -

Silk gloved flaneurs had once idled there - 

Their exquisite vowels still linger, like exotic birds, in the shuttered ballroom - 

I walked in their footsteps towards The Spa - 

I heard the music of a forgotten waltz - 

I saw shadows dancing in the salty air - 

24 February 2022

Scarborough