I want to paint an ominous ocean openly reflecting the serene sunset,

A calm clownfish swimming into his anemone elegantly,

A tranquil tube coral reef housing hundreds of rainbow runners.

I want to paint Appledores’ Hocking Icecream selling like tickets to a brand new Marvel movie,

The smell of fresh fish and chips with an aroma as charming as the scent of perfume 

The feeling of the sea breeze touching my face like my mum kissing me on my cheek 

I want to paint the sight of the MS Oldenburg leaving Ilfracombe

I want to paint the smell of the ocean creeping up my nose 

I want to paint the sound of families cheering over beating their personal record in crabbing

I want to paint the feeling of the sea breeze on my face like my mum kissing me on my cheek

I want to paint the end of this poem