Monday I found a boot – Rust and salt leather. I gave it back to the sea, to dance in. Tuesday a spar of timber worth thirty bob. Next winter It will be a chair, a coffin, a bed. Wednesday a half can of Swedish spirits. I tilted my head. The shore was cold with mermaids and angels. Thursday I got nothing, seaweed, A whale bone, Wet feet and a loud cough. Friday I held a seaman’s skull, Sand spilling from it The way time is told on kirkyard stones. Saturday a barrel of sodden oranges. A Spanish ship Was wrecked last month at The Kame. Sunday, for fear of the elders, I sit on my bum. What’s heaven? A sea chest with a thousand gold coins.
George Mackay Brown
George Mackay Brown found his inspiration in the eternal cycle of life, and the 'ceremonies of fishing and agriculture' on Orkney.Read more about this poet