"Abandoned Skiff" by Frederic Edwin Church‘The Salt Spring Island Trolls’ by Norma Pain The Society September 14, 2022 Humor, Poetry 30 Comments . The Salt Spring Island Trolls I have a boat In Fulford Bay. She does not float To my dismay. She lies forlorn Upon the shore, Ragged and torn To sail no more. An invalid All full of holes, Inhabited By empty souls. A home for sand fleas, Obsolete. Her memories So bittersweet. She feels the lure To sail the seas, To test once more The ocean breeze. Her tattered sails To touch the wind, Like fairy tales, Undisciplined. I hatch a plan So devilish. My talisman, She’ll get her wish. A final chance To crest a wave. A daring dance To watery grave. Her pride restored, A long-awaited Just reward Facilitated. I’ll plug her holes With chunks of bread. Entice the trolls We all wish dead, To take my boat Out for a sail, And when those plugs Of bread do fail, Those ugly trolls Will whine and wail And find themselves Without a pail To bail. . . Norma Pain was born in Liverpool, England and now lives in Parksville, British Columbia, Canada. Thirty of Norma’s poems were published by Dana Literary Society, between 2004 and 2007 and she was twice nominated for the Pushcart Prize by that same on-line poetry site. She self-published a book of rhyme in 2000 called Bulging Assets. NOTE TO READERS: If you enjoyed this poem or other content, please consider making a donation to the Society of Classical Poets. NOTE TO POETS: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to email@example.com. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. CODEC News:Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 30 Responses Paul Freeman September 14, 2022 A delirious roller-coaster read spurred on by a mundane old boat. Thanks for the entertaining read, Norma. Reply Norma Pain September 14, 2022 Thank you for your lovely comments Paul. Reply Sally Cook September 14, 2022 Norma, I am wondering… Why was the boat left to deteriorate? Why wasn’t the bread better made? Who are these trolls, anyway? Very clever poem! Reply Norma Pain September 14, 2022 Thank you for your comments Sally. Why indeed! Why did I write this poem in the first place. We used to cycle all over Salt Spring island but I never ever saw a troll. Reply Cheryl Corey September 14, 2022 A very nice poem, Norma; the photo of the painting heightened my imagination. Shouldn’t line 13 read “sand fleas”, not “flees”? Reply Norma Pain September 14, 2022 Thank you for your comment Cheryl and thank you for your sharp eye catching my spelling mistake. I shall ask Evan if he would kindly correct that for me. Reply Guy Warner September 14, 2022 That was clever. I wasn’t sure about the 4-syllable lines, but it grew on me. I think it helps with the humor! Well done Reply Norma Pain September 14, 2022 Thank you for your comments Guy. I have been counting the syllables in this poem as 2-syllable lines. Since I am not an expert in this, I would appreciate a clarification from others. Perhaps we are both correct!! Reply Guy Warner September 15, 2022 Unless I am mistaken, the lines each have two iambic “feet,” each containing two syllables, one unstressed, one stressed. So four syllables total, but two feet: i HAVE / a BOAT in FUL / ford BAY In any case, the short lines really make the humor pop! Norma Pain September 15, 2022 Thank you for your response Guy. I have been counting syllables incorrectly as feet. You have explained the distinction between them for me, which floats my boat perfectly!! kate Farrell September 14, 2022 Norma, I love your poem… I want to set out for the Isles of the Blessed! Reply Norma Pain September 14, 2022 Thank you for your comment Kate. I hope you get a chance to visit the island one day. Every Saturday throughout the summer they host a very large outdoor marketplace in the town of Ganges. Salt Spring Island is part of the Gulf Islands and is the most populated island. It is a popular tourist and retirement destination. The island has the Salt Spring Island Apple Festival each year, showcasing over 350 varieties of apples. Reply Geoffrey S. September 14, 2022 Delightful. Faithful adherence to the rhyme scheme. The only exception or “hole” is the two-syllable last line, but that’s the point. Reply Norma Pain September 14, 2022 Thank you so much Geoffrey. I am happy that you enjoyed my poem… and the ending. Reply Yael September 14, 2022 That’s a great tale of a poem, good job! I love the imagery of the scene you paint and the flight of imagination concerning the final disposition of the object you hold dear with the subjects you abhor. Very entertaining and fun to read. Reply Norma Pain September 15, 2022 Thank you so much Yael. It was fun to write and I am so happy you enjoyed it. Reply Jeff Eardley September 15, 2022 Up there with your best Norma. A most enjoyable piece of fun today, and boy, do we need some this week. Reply Norma Pain September 15, 2022 I heard a good quote: ‘You can’t beat fun for a good time’. Thank you for your great comments Jeff. Reply Roy E. Peterson September 15, 2022 I really groove on this poem! Wonderful sense of humor with fitting terse rhymes! The concept of trolls eating the bread and drowning is something a person who is part Norwegian greatly appreciated. Love it! It rolls along in my mind as I read it and that gave me great delight! Reply Norma Pain September 15, 2022 I really appreciate your delightful comments Roy. Thank you so much. Reply jd September 15, 2022 Enjoyed very much, Norma, as I’ve enjoyed every poem of yours I’ve read. Reply Norma Pain September 15, 2022 Thank you JD for your most generous comment. Reply David Watt September 16, 2022 Norma, a very clever flight of fancy, and the short lines move the narrative along at a snappy pace. Well done! Reply Norma Pain September 16, 2022 Thank you so much for your comment David. Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant September 18, 2022 Norma, I just love ‘The Salt Spring Island Trolls’. I love its rhyme, its rhythm, its enticing title, and the bread to stuff up those holes… but, most of all I love the message. I suggest you get a fleet of those boats and work towards the extinction of trolls… life is much better without them! Great stuff! Reply Norma Pain September 18, 2022 Thank you for your fun comments Susan. On checking my dictionary, it would seem that the Scandinavian mythological trolls, tended to inhabit the caves and hills, so perhaps my holey boat idea won’t work!! It sure was fun to write. Reply Margaret Coats September 19, 2022 Wherever the trolls lived, your incantatory rhythm called them out! Good work providing burial at sea for the boat, without endangering the poet. Reply Norma Pain September 19, 2022 Thank you for your comment Margaret. If only I could entice all of the evil little trolls of today, into a holey boat! Reply David Whippman September 19, 2022 I’ve spent much of my life in coastal towns, and there is something very evocative about an abandoned boat. Even for a landlubber like me! Good poem. Reply Norma Pain September 19, 2022 Thank you so much David. So glad you enjoyed it. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.