Isle of Wight

Ode to an Island The Isle of Wight was once my home, its coastline wild and free,and memories of that time, well spent, will always stay with me.Of Alum Bay’s, coloured sands, its needles, and a famous lighthouse stands.Tennyson Down, the whale-backed ridge of chalk, where people go to attempt thestrenuous walk.Ventnor, with its climate […]

The Wonders Of The Wight The skirl of shells on the seashore serenades your arrival, and the cliffs reach forward to give you a hug.The Isle of Wight is a diamond in more ways than one. Nestling just off the southern edge of the UK, it is one of England’s sunniest spots.Orchids abound on the

The Sea Calls Home Memory ebbs And flows like the tide It heals and it hurts It breaks and it binds  It leaves a mark So soon washed away But never quite gone The Island remains  Tide chases time Each nowhere to go They pass slowly here Together, alone  Depths and shallows Each breath and each wave A rhythm rehearsed Song always the same  Those lost adrift Are

Floating I float, face down, and allow the water to engulf my senses, Until I am senseless, formless, nameless, Until I am the sea. Not the rush of a wave, but the slow ebb of the tide, As I surrender that which makes me human. I am on the precipice of drowning,Only a breath stands

Island child Bubbling up from a land I cannot see,The clouds cast shadows on ground and seaAcross the noble down I roamAs gold boils down to its earthy tones.The pinnacles pale, pure and proudAre pointing westwards, guiding loud. Behind me stands the island that I fondly call my homeHer elements have shaped me, and from

Another Summer Season Has Ended Mooring buoys bob on the surfacelike balloons discarded after a party. The sea stretches beyond the haze of the horizon into infinity,it’s millpond stillness rippled only by a ferry gliding silently into another world. Waivering reflectionson the waterendorse the isolation of the island. Another summer season has ended. Responses The

Who am I? Soaring So highI touch the skyThen, looking for a passer-byI swoop to steal some chips. Big and fat – I don’t like cats –I stomp across your roof,My webbed feet echoingLike horse’s hoofs. Floating on waterFlocking together Stalking the pavementScavenging dustbinsTo search for a titbit or treatAmidst discarded leftovers. Annoyingly squawking With

Perimele She will not hear the tellingof the tale as told by Achelous to his friendsas they feast in the cave,because his love has turned her into an island. Mute,alone, to be admired from afar. It will happen. One day we too will be thrown from a cliff. But only in mythswill we know what

To Swim TidesPull and push this saline separator At speedAcross the submerged forests of distant timesEach flow tugging furtherAt my heart Each swum stroke a moment nearer To the other side

The Railway Line That Was   With fires stoked and the giant steel wheels set into motion, the blazing red locomotive gained in momentum as it edged ever closer to me. I could sense it before it even arrived. A sharp, shrill whistle would startle the birds into silence as the tracks would rumble with