Hoy Sound - by
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Orkney Islands
Hoy Sound - by
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Well Park Lane - by
We all
/ Expect
/ Literature to
/ Look special…
Pish - by
Privilege or necessity of age
/ this twice or thrice nightly quitting
/ warm pit for a slash in the dark?
/
/ Not that…
Beachcomber - by
Monday I found a boot –
/ Rust and salt leather.
/ I gave it back to the sea, to dance in.
/
/ Tuesday a spar…
The Year of the Whale - by
The old go, one by one, like guttered flames.
/ This past winter
/ …
Hamnavoe Market - by
They drove to the Market with ringing pockets.
/
/ Folster found a girl
/ Who put wounds on his face and throat,
/ Small and…
Castle O Burrain - by
Puffins, windblown
/ come careering in
/ wings tilted
/ bright feet braced
/ outstretched
/ to catch the ledge.
/ They gather in rows
/ on narrow balconies
/ tiny, gaudy, gossiping gods
/ paintbox beaks a-gabble
/ heads…
Harbour - by
ah kent yi wir cummin
/ an goin
/ thi ebb an flo
/ o ma
/ body clenchin
/ letting…
Yesnaby - by
Beyond you America
/ behind you Stromness
/ far from me now
/ the tides changing on you
/ as I walk the crowded mile
/ of Byres Road, you…
Sanday Island - by
Expansive skies
/ as of Dutch-masters
/ but these are faster:
/ shifting light tones.
/
/ Sea colours assault
/ both shores and eyes.
/ A lot of angry white
/ breaking from brilliance.
/
/ Dry…
Eating Orkney - by
Gone the salt-washed oyster-shell
/ of sky, the bonxies’ aerobatic jazz,
/ bass riff of tractor and ferry.
/ Gone the chorusline of jiving
/ thrift, the…