Manuscript in a Bottle - by
I had seen coconut trees and tamarinds
/ and mangos
/ the white sails drying in the sun
/ the smoke of breakfast across the sky
/ at…
sailing
Arrival - by
Now let the anchor find some long-sought hold
/ In deep dim waters off this purple shore –…
My High-prowed Sailing-boat - by
You, who from that first dawn
/ Have been built out of the trees’ body,
/ With a cry of joy, ringing the alarm
/ Of…
Sir Patrick Spens - by
The King sits in Dunferline toun,
/ Drinkin the blude-reid wine
/ ‘O whaur will A get a skeely skipper
/ Tae sail…
How many sailors to sail a ship? - by
One with a broken heart
/ to weep sad buckets.
/
/ Two with four blue eyes
/ to mirror the sea.
/
/ One with a salty tongue
/ to swear…
Shiants - by
The basking islands. The rocks
/ like sails or fins or teeth.
/
/ High wings are black blades
/ as the barnacle geese pass.
/
/ The blue men…