Carol Roberts, who lived on the Isle of Wight for a year in 1996-97, has been in touch with OnTheWight recently for help in reaching out to anyone who knew her.
A minister-intern with the Methodist Church, Carol got to learn “how to do church the British way”. She lived here with her husband, Bud, who sadly passed away in 1998 in Bournemouth. Not long after, she returned to the States.
Sweet memories
Almost 20 years later and now living in Nashville, Tennessee, Carol says she has many sweet memories of the Island and has found herself writing poetry.
Her favorite poem so far, “I Don’t Need Poetry” (see below), in which she alludes to her life on the Island and beyond.
Carol says,
“I would love for this to put me in touch with some of the folks I met when I lived there.”
Get in touch
If you remember Carol and want to get back in touch, you can either email her on [email protected] or find her (and her poetry) on Facebook, as well as her blog poetryforthejourney.com
I don’t need poetry by Carol Roberts
let me inhabit the past for a day
let me breathe a baby again
let me wake up to a lavender walk all the way to the barn
make me a loft there
speak to me in spanish but wait to see that I understand
i do a little
meet me in the library at salisbury
only ones there late at night
meander over fields with me on the isle of wight
arrow pointing to new york city
hold hands with me in the pub
teach me to love the lager
let me hear again the boyish voices at evensong
look at me and remember it’s our last time
otherwise, I need poetry
