Crumpled beneath troubled cumulus
the island
a badly shaken tablecloth
lies carelessly thrown,
its frayed edge chines
dipping their hems into the sea.

This wight, 
a diamond crumb
harshly torn, 
ripped from Hampshire's
fractured skirts,
crouches wind-blown-wild
as witches knickers like spinnakers 
flap loudly in the trees.

To quench this tempest
dragon's teeth needles 
slather in wild surf
and flippantly percolate the spume 
in frittered foam cotton

© Graham Sherwood 03/2017


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Graham Sherwood

Wed 22nd Mar 2017 08:35

Thank you all for the encouraging comments.

Col- thanks for the suggestion, now amended

John- witches knickers was a relatively new term for me!

Stu- just say what you see. I was pleased with it too.

Ray- too high praise but many thanks as usual.

David- defo a map man! I have a box full.

Incredibly this was my first visit to IOW. A lovely place full of material. Will return.

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Wolfgar Miere

Wed 22nd Mar 2017 06:15

Hi Graham,

this is a lovely piece, it strikes me that you may be a man who appreciates maps, I am, and have often viewed IoW as a vestige of England, almost like a Sporran with its loose change and outcasts rattling about inside.

I think the flow is as smooth as the Red Funnel ferries which skate across the water.


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Tue 21st Mar 2017 19:49

Highly stylized revelation Graham - murston choiple as the upper crust says. A real splash of word colour . I think this is a real corker !


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Stu Buck

Tue 21st Mar 2017 18:09


frittered foam cotton

its the sort of line one might set an early alarm for, just so they can say it more than usual.

quite splendid.

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Graham Sherwood

Tue 21st Mar 2017 17:50

JC. Witches knickers are the detritus items such as plastic carrier bags etc that litter the place and often as not get caught in the branches of trees.

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John Coopey

Tue 21st Mar 2017 12:50

Very pictorial, Graham. I'd like to know more about those witches knickers, though.

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Colin Hill

Tue 21st Mar 2017 08:01

what a superbly packaged perfect little poem Graham - almost a flying drone's eye view of all the recognisable features of the IoW. You should send it in to their tourist board for publication in their next year's brochure. Occasionally a poem comes along and I think ooh I wish I'd written that and this is one of them.

my only query is the word 'edged'. I can't help but think that line should either read 'its frayed edge chines' or 'its frayed edges chine'. 'frayed' and 'edged' together rather impedes the flow a touch but great that you have worked in the word 'chine' - both in a geological and place name context.


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