Frozen in Time
The hands of the clock and the sun in the sky moved slowly during those long, warm days of summer holidays. Other than limited household chores, Cath and I had little to do other than visit the nearby beach, splashing about in the waves and getting sunburned. All summer long our noses and shoulders blistered and peeled. There was no respect for the might of the sun in those days and sun screens were still a twinkle in the inventors eyes. I remember the stinging pain.
Our skin itched from the salt and our feet and toes roughened and sometimes bled from the abrasive sand. As we jumped over, and dived through, the frothy seahorses, the sand collected in the gussets of our swimming costumes. We would leave the water with our costumes hanging down to our mid thighs from the weight of the sandy collection.
We had no thoughts of the future or of the past. We lived in the moment. Sea shells were gathered in plastic buckets and carted home. I would scrambled up onto the roof of the garden shed, dragging Cath behind me. We would sit together with our buckets of shells and home made glue, creating shell people. Hours were passed in this pleasant task with the gentle wind ruffling our hair and the floury smell of the glue in the air. Our childish eyes saw these artworks as masterpieces. They remained on the roof until the rain dissolved the glue. Then, we started again.
Burning sun
Blisters exposed flesh
Reddens skin
Prevention
A concept of the future
Now, I pay the price
This Shadorma prose piece is written in response to Esther Chilton’s writing prompt word, Future. You can join in Esther’s challenge here: https://estherchilton.co.uk/2024/08/07/writing-prompts-26/
It is also a response to Melissa‘s d’Verse prompt as follows:
Today’s Poetics prompt, if you choose to accept it, is to write a poem including one example of zeugma. You may come up with more if the muse strikes, but only one is required. My seugma is included in the first line of my prose piece.
You can join in the d’Verse prompt here: https://dversepoets.com/2024/08/13/zeugmatically-speaking/

A beautiful memory shared Robbie
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Thank you, Sadje.
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You’re welcome ☺️
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O Robbie: this is wondrous; the poem is good but the prose glisters; you vivify the past, a past I shared on a different continent with my sister and cousins; we were children of the sun and frolicked whole summers beneath its glare, innocent of the price —
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HI John, yes, Australian children would have had the same upbringing as we did. I have had some issues with sun damage but fortunately it’s been treated early so it hasn’t developed into anything more. They were lovely days …
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This memory is beautifully written, Robbie. Thank you. I’ve added it to my writing prompts post. I hope that’s okay. Love the photo!
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Yes, that is fine. Thank you. I’m enjoying dredging up these childhood memories.
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Thanks, Robbie.
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Happy childhoods really are worth their weight in gold. Thank you, Robbie! xx
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Hi Joy, I agree. My sisters and I are all in agreement that ours was wonderful although we didn’t have a lot of money as a family.
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Nor did we, but we were rich in love… It lasts much longer! xx
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💚🌺
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Lovely memories and photo. Love your poetry. And I like how you responded to the prompt, by going back in time and reflecting on the future concept of sun protect – cleverly done. Certainly out of the box thinking.
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Hi Bella, I am glad you enjoyed my thought process in this piece.
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A great memory of summers past. We didn’t live near any water but certainly played in the sun from sunup to sundown. Happy days.
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HI DArlene, we lived near the beach for four years of my childhood. I have a lot of memories of those years.
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A mind bending example of the writing device. The sun burns, its movement to us an illusion as the world turns. The concept of time, the connection of past to present and future. I enjoyed your writing, Robbie.✍🏻❤️
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Hi Melissa, I am really pleased to know that. Thank you.
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Great memories.
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Thank you, Timothy
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Fantastic story of a wonderful memory, Roberta, well written in captivating forms.
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Thank you, Tim. I am enjoying revisiting my childhood with these prose poems.
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A lot of people will read this, nodding. I am so happy I was too busy to spend time in the sun.
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Hi Jacqui, I am sure you are right. Cath and I spent most of our time on our own as mum was busy with my younger sisters. We played outside all day long.
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How lovely and such fun. I always liked sandcastles! Great little story, Robbie.
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Hi Chris, me too. I also built forts and even airplanes out of sand. So much fun.
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Although two of my brothers and I lived through World War 11; (my third brother born right at the end) as your mother did…we were never hungry (despite rationing) but, between our lovely Mum and equally kind foster aunt, were loved and cared for. Dad served in the Royal Air Force. (I really must get your book…). Cheers. xx
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I remember how your life was from your book 🌹
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What a beautiful memory, Robbie! That photo is precious.
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Hi Kymber, I’m glad you enjoyed it 💚
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I love the photo, Robbie!! Great memories! ❤️
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I’m glad, thank you 💞
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You’re so welcome. 💖
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LOVE everything from the precious photograph, the tenacity & imagination of children and your remarkable tale telling abilities!
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Childhood memories are fun, Annette. I can never remember anything negative although, of course, there were bad times. They just don’t feature much for me.
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beautiful memories to cherish 🤍
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Thank you, Destiny. I was fortunate to have such a great childhood.
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memory lane with a soft splash
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Hi Yvette, yes, I’ve been trying to write about my childhood lately. I’m recording my memories.
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you are such a diverse writer…. and I enjoy following your projects (and also enjoy sometimes collaborating on some as well 🙂 )
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Yes, I do enjoy projects.
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🙂
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What a beautiful photo and an absolutely gorgeous memory!
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Thank you, Donna.
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The poem and your story certainly bring back memories. Luckily for us, in Sweden we did not need suncream and we did not get blisters, but we had a warm sun at the beach. I accumulated my sometimes severe sunburns later in life in the US. I assume Cath is your sister.
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Hi Thomas, yes, Cath is #2, there are also #3 and #4. The sun was quite hot in Oslo but not burning like it is here.
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Robbie, golden, priceless memories ❤
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Thank you, Lisa. I had a lovely childhood.
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You’re very welcome.
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So happy! (K )
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Beautifully written and excellent answer to the prompt. Well done, Robbie.
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Thank you, Edward
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Such beautiful, happy memories (except for the sunburn). And how special that photo is.
I’m fortunate that I’ve never been badly sunburned.
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You are lucky. Given how much sun exposure and sunburn I experienced as a child, I am lucky my skin is so good. I have had sun damage though and had to treat it with a chemotherapy cream. Not fun! It was a lovely time, no stress, no worries. Carefree!
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Yes, you’re very fair. I always tanned, and we were at the beach or pools a lot, too.
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🌈💞
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Love this, Robbie.
I know some of what you speak.
The sand in the bathing suit, and the glue made from flour and water (I’m thinking that’s the glue) are definite memories. Haha, I needed some paperglue recently, but was out. So, I did the flour and water.
Hmm, it worked much better back then.
Yes, we pay for the past in the future, sometimes.
A terrific write, Robbie. Thank you!
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Beautiful memories of what reminisce make simpler times. Life was somehow easier then. I love the poem too I also remember sun burn and on at least one occasion sunstroke. That’s a wonderful photo of you and Cath it says it all . 💜💜💜
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Delightful!
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My, this took me back to my youth, playing on the beaches, so evocative.
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Hi Paul, thank you. I’m pleased you enjoyed it.
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🙂
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This is really good, Robbie. I remember days playing on the beach, getting sunburned and hoping that meant we wouldn’t get sunburned again the next day. Your poem is right on the mark.
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Thank you, Dan, I’m pleased you enjoyed this poem. I was red all summer long and I never went brown. I don’t have that sort of skin.
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Ouch
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Reminds me of my childhood summers at the beach! I liked getting sunburned, much to my mother’s dismay.
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