when the ferry gets in
island folks line up along the dock
offering tours in the family car
faces eroded by the rain.
horses wait hitched to carriages.
every hour another eruption
of bright coloured rain jackets
spills from the pier,
climbs the hill to the old castle
chatter ringing like church bells
into quiet air, blowing
like gulls away on the next boat.
Tell Me What You Think
Kym Greeley
Acrylic on canvas
2018
At a recent St John’s Farmers Market, one particular booth caught NQ’s eye. Our Curious Collections featured found objects and artifacts, seaglass and mermaid’s purses, whelk and periwinkle shells, curated…
Suddenly ripples started appearing on the large screen, like you see on the surface on of a pond at the beginning of a downpour. On two of the smaller screens the tide tugged unfurled waves back out into the bay; another showed mint-coloured lichen on a grey rock; a third played water gurgling in and out of a tide pool. I could feel the bunny-rabbit thump of blood coursing through my heart and it was correlating with the steady tick in the soundscape.
As David often said, “The book you need is right next to the book you’re looking for, which isn’t here today, but we’ll get it for you when it comes in.”