IOS
Logo
For all things
Isle of Scilly
IOS
On T-Shirts
Sweatshirts
And wrist bands
IOS
On steamships
Rowing boats
And heliport shuttles
IOS
Symbolic
Of Island life
For the holidaymakers
Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
IOS
Logo
For all things
Isle of Scilly
IOS
On T-Shirts
Sweatshirts
And wrist bands
IOS
On steamships
Rowing boats
And heliport shuttles
IOS
Symbolic
Of Island life
For the holidaymakers
Now here
Know where
To belong
For way longer
Than you thought
Making out
You are
Staying in
We are approaching
Old Town
Which is a place
Definitely a place
But there’s nothing there to do
This afternoon
There is an Old Town Inn
And an Old Town Café
But both are securely closed
I’m quite happy
No you are not
It probably thinks
That you are an Agapanthus
We could hire
A buggy tomorrow
To see more of the island
But why
Why would I want to do that
Moss
Moss and
Lichen
All over the tree
Wildlife
Ponds neglected
Neglected
By the likes of you and me
September Sunday wetlands
Wetlands for the lonely
The quiet
And the outlandishly free
One stick per person
To prod, prod
To release the inquisitive
Inside of you and me
There will just be a wait
The first words she uttered
Just like Loudon’s grand-daughter
When hat, that’s what she muttered
And the Birmingham accents
Are already wingeing, in the way
That only they can, and do
Portents of black country grey
Later summer in the Scillies
Sun, sand, sea and sea
Late autumn with the hillbillies
Scornful of those living simply to be
Yesterday the wedding party
Today the hangover service
All the cakes are taken
Except a muffin to purchase