Chessmen at the Seaside

The king is at the seaside;
he's buried in the sand.
It comes as no surprise to hear
the pawns are close at hand.

The king's sad plight, they giggle,
is not as bad as it looks:
his head sticks out above the ground;
he can still read his books!

The rooks are 'Living Statues';
see how very still they stand.
They want to look, for all the world,
like castles made of sand.

One knight has gone for a paddle,
which soon becomes a swim.
He hopes to spot a sea-horse;
will it look the same as him?

The queen unpacks her basket
full of sandwiches for lunch.
The chessmen at the seaside
are a very happy bunch.

poem © Celia Warren 2012

This is the latest in a series of adventures of my chessmen. Catch up with previous adventures here:

The Chessmen's Holiday

Chessmen in the Garden

Fool's Mate

Wedding on the Chessboard

Secret Moves

Chessmen at the Zoo

Gone Fishing

The Artist

Two Bishops in Bed

RIP (TNT)

A Drive in the Country

Singing in the Shower?

A Dalek on the Chessboard

Carol Singers

The Pawns' Football Match

The Bishop's Nightmare.

and

Letting Off Steam  (where the king is ironing the very picnic cloth that they are using today).

I think this is the nearest we're going to get to a sunny day at the seaside this summer. Today we have thick fog and very heavy rain again! Isn't enough enough?