Silent Letters: S oh S
an iSland hides a secret from us spellers; it surrounds itself with sea then parades a leafy paradise of letters but keeps one we cannot see
in heaps of rubble and rubbish, odds and ends it is often hard to spot every detail in the debriS, though your pen’s sure it got the lot
and though a lens I’m sure would help a lot
while your friends believe you’ve lost the plot
a passageway divides rows of seats like the graceful river nile; while a crowd all nod their heads to bangin’ beats one is dancing in the aiSle