Organised by

Guernsey Literary Festival

Sponsored by

Specsavers

Supported by

Guernsey Arts

Peter Wallis, Norfolk

Poems on the Buses Exhibition

I’m eating the moon, or wet sand
in edible form

grainy as tasting
Baby’s first scan.

The tree weeps, fruit
designed as a scent bottle.

On my tongue, new fruit
with the skin of an octogenarian.