We're experimenting with having a poetry Blog, here's our first submission which was lucky enough

We're experimenting with having a poetry Blog, here's our first submission which was lucky enough to reach us before putting the site live. This is an example of Poetry about the Island by an Island poet. With your help we hope this will grow into an interesting place to share your thoughts and poetry.


Evening sky's violence loomed
Like an apocalyptic precursor,
In sweetening blues above and
Bloody red gashes, yellows and
Pinky indigos below.
On the air sweet flowing scents from the
It was pinch yourself perfect, almost
Too close, and
Deathly beautiful.
God-orange strings made puppets of
Cows, their heads bowed in dumb reverence to moo

And skewered cloud dozed, like a
Child's marshmallow
Staked through the flesh.
I was sent out, lost and gone in the
Pulse of a breath.
Between my toes wet grass, occasional buttercup or daisy,
All leafing down the path like I knew it was the
Back of my hand.
Then the kissing gate squawk and
Out, on top, dull thud among the
Mole-hilled vantage point.
There it is.
Stretched like silk in undulating,
Swelling pride,
A real life
Magic carpet ride.

Harri Wavell

Recent Posts

Tennyson's Smoking Habit

Alfred, Lord Tennyson, despite his wife’s delicate constitution and dislike of the habit, was a heavy smoker.…

Read More
Tennyson's Smoking HabitPosted: 23 Nov 2020

Audrey Tennyson

Audrey Tennyson is one of the many women with a fascinating past overshadowed by that of her husband.…

Read More
Audrey TennysonPosted: 30 Oct 2020

Dialect in Poetry

Before the standardisation of English some of the most popular texts such as ‘Sir Gawain and the Greene Knight’ were written in dialect.…

Read More
Dialect in PoetryPosted: 21 Oct 2020

Tennyson and the Romantics

One of the top most Google searched questions about Tennyson is ‘Was Tennyson a Romantic Poet?'…

Read More
Tennyson and the RomanticsPosted: 30 Sep 2020
© 2020 Farringford