YOU CAN SEE THE WORLD FROM HERE
A poem by the Mountbatten Hospice Group
You have a weird feeling before it even happens
It rolls in from the south
A different version of reality
An eerie overlay of silence take some over
The birds stop singing
The air feels dense
You start seeing things a little differently
The lighthouse foghorn, a monster’s wail echoing through a cave – deep warning
The smell of seaweed at East Cowes is like nothing else – salty, fermented
If you want something badly enough, it’ll happen – you’ll be ready for it
Soggy tomato sandwiches and the smell of fresh donuts, bringing you back to your childhood
Hectic but fleeting, things come, things go, this is a changing place
People come from all over the world
The scooter rally at Ryde, the smell of two-stroke ska music, vespa fumes, the atmosphere changes
Steam trains, carnivals, the smell of coal
Take life one smile at a time
Coloured sands, the taste of Crave homemade ice cream, it’s creamy and fresh and the flakes are nice…
Seagulls – rats with wings but if you can’t finish your food, they’ll do it for you…
The sound of bells tolling slowly, the Island is the siren, pulling you in to shore
You can hear the sound of the sea from everywhere, here even Newport,
It smells salty, sharp, fresh, opening up your airways
The storm rolls in, the air is heavy, distant thunder, a deep rumble,
It almost smells like pine as it hits the back of your nose
As the storm comes through it pushes the fog away
The air is clearer
Standing on the Downs, you can see the world from here
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