Look! Poem by Jean Bernard Parr

Look! There is Sully Island
how she floats above the sea
far from where i sit, no comfort
in these white stones, the ghosts of
demons every one, and so
to be witched by my floating island
whose coarse grass I no longer tread
or zig and zag through cat scratch gorse
gone too my little tin
now embrittled with rust
yes the one I nested kindling in
and still in this pearly light the island floats
like a thing in the eye, you look, turn away
still there!
I never kissed anyone on the island
though she was gagging for it
anything to get away from this moaning wind
and as the dark seeps in and takes back
my loan of light, the island settles to the soothing sea
to hug the straggle of unruly mist