Time for another poem. I’ll leave it to you all to decide what it’s about!
I don’t know whether the man at the gate has blundered,
But when I arrived I thought I was going to
An island no-one else remembered
But here the flesh has covered up the sand
And made a picture postcard of the sea.
I don’t know whether the island I remember,
The gap-topped tower you could climb to watch the sea,
Exists; the ferry timetables no longer mention it
But maybe the envelope I left on the floor
Contained an invitation or a feather
From that white bird that soared above the tower.
Copyright Simon Banks 2012