Organised by

Guernsey Literary Festival

Sponsored by


Supported by

Guernsey Arts

Sally Douglas, Exeter

Poems on the Buses Exhibition

As each year passes, more is worn away.
Inch by inch and stone by stone, the edge
creeps closer. Every day
we check our boundary hedge.
I know it won’t be long before it falls.

Your hand is slack in mine. Each night
brings gales and spattering squalls;
but when dawn comes, its shreds of tattered light
show roots still clinging over empty space.

This morning, when I wake, it’s dark and still.
I think I see the outline of your face
but greyness slowly fills the room until
I realise. You’ve slipped down to the sea.

There’s nothing next to me.