Remember the Island
© Judy Schaefer, RN, MA
scored with dry stone fences
fossils and ancient forts?
We missed the last small boat
returning to fireplaces on shore
We stayed the night
Found a cold room
in an off season B and B
Nothing there to keep
us warm, just our own
electric flesh and nightcaps
of kisses to seal our sleep
Then came the morning
of our unplanned adventure
Scones and promises steamed
from a brimming cup of each other
From the window, the boat tugging back
Judge’s Comments:
Good poems, they say, leave one with more questions than answers. This is a good poem. Where is this island “scored” with fences, fossils and forts, with a B and B? What is the “unplanned adventure”? What
promises are “steamed from a brimming cup”? I read and I reread, hoping to find out more. But I am quite satisfied to read again, let my imagination go, and never know for sure.