Pressure sold, the holiday flat,
That wasn’t here, which wasn’t that.
I had it cheap, it was in demand,
There was only one, without a bath!
The landlord is absent,
The staff obtuse, and often rude.
The lack of amenities intrudes…
As does the fake promises
Left in the welcome basket
Of extra glee. Sand and Sea. A mascot
Of wealth cascades in biscuits
As golden as the soft sunshine.
I bite one.
© Rosalind J. Lee
Hotel booking websites told to stop 'one room left' warnings
Rosalind J. Lee lives and works in Norfolk, England, a place where history meets the present, is shattered and remade. It is, then little wonder - that poetry comes tactile.