Poem from a notebook: Lindisfarne

Somehow you escaped me

Holy Island

Got clean away

While I wasn't looking.

I went expecting sanctuary

Dodging the tides and evoking the Sabbath

Only to be rebuffed

With strawberries and the National Trust.
  

English Heritage 
Shops and tearooms

Are there in plenty.

It was not what I was looking for.

Aidan stands alone in the churchyard

Gawped at. Unrecognised.

Silent. 
Cuthbert is away.

©Phil Colbourn, 04.viii.2011
[original 04.vii.2011; reworked 15.viii.11]