THE ISLE OF MAY By Ian Thomson
Weekend break with friends, we travel
To the place I spent my youth
Beaches; sand and rock and gravel,
Villages with pan tile roofs.
Arrive in Anstruther - it's raining
Waves are breaking on sea - wall,
Same all over, no complaining
Scottish summer? dodging squalls!
Saturday we walk the coast path,
In the rain to Elie bay
Cheering up with Sunday forecast,
Dull but dry for Isle of May!
Moored tight by the lifeboat station,
"May Princess" was boarding, full
Luckily, four cancellations
Weather now calm, dry and cool.
As we near this birders' Eden
Puffins number more and more.
Beaks hold sand-eels, for chick's feeding
Heading for May Island shore.
Gannet squadrons wheeling, diving,
Each dive worth Olympic gold.
Fat grey seals bask on the tide line
With that blubber, never cold.
"May Princess" ties up on island,
We disembark to see the birds.
Arctic Terns claim any dry land
Noise is too intense for words.
Cacophony of seabirds' screaming,
Kittiwakes with endless cries
Puffins seem to be unheeding
Of the chaos in the skies.
All too soon it's time to catch tide
Leave nesting birds in wild terrain
Where Eider duck lie by the path - side
Next year we'll be back again!
Comments
Tam
A place I would love to visit, thank you for the travel and I didn't have to pay LOL. Good picture of a beautiful place.."I love Fife"
I expect that there are a few poems there hiding from the past, for a Tam
to grasp and relay to us,
Yours Ian.T
Thanks for the input, Ian,
Thanks for the input, Ian, glad you liked it. We were there in mid-June an ideal time for watching the Puffins. I would recommend the place to anybody, it's great.
Ian
Effective use of traditional and some internal rhymes.
It works well for a final piece in the workshop.
As a poem it is beautiful. It touched me in subtle ways, but you know it's not the aggressive, challenging poetry I like. My problem, not yours, each poetry, except the really bad, has people who will be touched and moved by it.
What can I say except this workshop is already finished. Too late.
Doesn't matter, the poem stands on its own and is a superior piece of yours.
I could quibble a few word choices, but you don't want to here them and they are pedantic anyway.
Jess, you made my day. I'm so
Jess, you made my day. I'm so pleased that you liked it and look forward to the next workshop. Thanks.
Ian