Tag Archives: #Looe

In Hannafore

In Hannafore

I’m in Hannafore.

“What for?” you ask.

To practice my semaphore,

whilst wearing my new pinafore,

that I’ve never worn before,

at least, not before dawn before.

Then I’m off to Looe.

“What there to do?” you ask.

To do what a man just has to do;

he has to see a sea-going gull, or two,

or maybe a couple of thousand –

there are countless, to be sure;

and I’m sure I counted seventeen,

and there were many, many more.

Later, I went back to Hannafore,

to practice my semaphore,

whilst still wearing my new pinafore,

as I had so recently done before.

How can I be the Bard a’Looe?

How can I be the Bard a’Looe?

How can I be

the Bard a’Looe,

when I am

unknown to you?

My poems writ,

and posted here,

never seem to

reappear;

they sink like bricks

in Cornish mud,

I think they shine,

perhaps they’re dud;

maybe my words

are trite and weak,

and it is sad

that I try to seek

the position

that I do…

I only want to be

the Bard a’Looe.

The Best View In Looe

The Best View in Looe

For the best view in Looe,

there are a few things you have to do;

firstly, you see, you have to be

in Looe, in Cornwall’s fair county –

and not in one of those other, paler,

imposter Looes;

such as the one in Yorkshire

or the one in Kent;

where some people

have mistakenly spent

their days

wandering around

in confusion,

before, eventually,

coming to the conclusion,

that the Looe In Yorkshire,

or the Looe in Kent,

were not the Looes

where they should have went.

And, secondly,

and most importantly;

when you ‘have’ ascertained

that you ‘are’

in the correct Looe,

and not pining from afar,

you have to look around and see

the best view in Looe,

from wherever you may be.

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.