Tag Archives: #Looe

Off to Looe Island

Off to Looe Island

Off to the island,

an adventure to find;

a voyage by boat;

we love when we float;

(we think)

we wouldn’t like it

if we were to sink.


A Seagull Haiku

A Seagull Haiku

Peck, peck – chip? No – peck;

strut, launch, fly, scan, detect, plan;

wait… wait… swoop! Reward.

The Old Hall Bookshop, Looe.

The Old Hall Bookshop, Looe.

Out of the madness of milling pools of humanity,

into the quiet of a calm and needed sanctuary,

I go;

stepping from the uncomfortable

into the sublime,

be it for the shortest amount of time.

I perch upon a sofa and breathe in

the outpourings of so many authors’ words,

and I becalm.

Looe Haiku (or two)

Looe Haiku (or two)

Down on the sea shore,

amidst the sea-shell sellers,

avoiding the gulls;

with ice-creams in hand,

and the fear of swooping birds

always behind us.

Looe Couplet

Looe Couplet

We’d really love to go to Looe;

but, we have other things to do.


“Attacked by Seagulls!”

“Attacked by Seagulls!”

We were sitting upon the sandy beach

our ice-creams perched

way out of reach

of the famished gulls;

our sandwiches coated

in a protective sand coating,

watching the colourful boats

within the bay…

when we were silently mocked by a group of louts,

that flocked to here from nearabouts;

their eyes upon the prize

of a stolen lunch,

and with the promise of the following trauma

that then ensues

we had a hunch

that today wasn’t gonna be a good day.

Herring Daffogulls?

Herring Daffogulls?

I wandered lonely as a gull;

that trawls the boats from Looe to Hull,

who follows after little ships,

in search for fish

and maybe chips;

and, if I’m lucky,

or very plucky,

I might just crest

and wave goodbye

my hidden dips.