Indigenous literature and academic elitism in PNG
Home boy: Morrison's scant interest in foreign policy or the Pacific

The Island is Calling


The island is calling
for your return
The waves are beckoning
to hold your hand

Over the calm water
when she is sleeping
Under the weather
when I am praying

The sand will be joyous
to walk with you again
The birds will be curious
to see a boy now grown

The sand crabs and acacia
will be awaiting your return
The palms will surely shudder
of the thought of a girl grown

The island is calling
for your return
The water is swelling
to see you again


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Raymond Sigimet

Thank you Michael and Phil for your comments, much appreciated. Keith, thank you for the outstanding pic, the image of an island do sometimes conjure in me this fantastic imagery of magic, beauty and mystery. Phil glad you made a connection.

Philip Fitzpatrick

I agree Michael, it's a superb poem.

I once sat on that beach in the photograph eating crab and staring at the crystal clear water. A magnificent place.

Michael Dom

This is beautiful.

Thank you Raymond.

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