Love Sang - by
A’ll love dee till da sheep’s gaet mizzers fifty yairds wide, / A’ll love dee till da shoormal lies a mile below da tide,
Shetland Islands
Shetlandic - by
An He hedna da hert ta baal dem awa, / For dey lookit dat boannie an rare,
Caald Clods an Tinder - by
Wi oot-straetched haand I grop me wye afore me, / No far fae da aidge o da slippery, steep banks broo.
Head of a Young Woman - by
Five thousand years between us, and yet
not a moment, it seems – recognition
like that spark you’d know how to strike
from stone.
Shetland - by
Our silences become the better part of us.
Haem Tochts - by
Der a ön o haet ida gairden here,
/ Whaar da sun-flooer proodly staands,
/ An dark-red roses trowe da…
Shetlanrie - by
Some dösna laek wir dialect an dis is what dey say: …
Hjalta - by
You dönna see da Simmer pass,
Rose-red wi laamer een;
You see a glöd o blue an gold,
A glisk o white an green
Water-Lilies - by
Whin da laeves an buds o da water-lilies
/ Spread roond da loch der dark-green frill
/ I took my…
Ham Voe Haiku - by
an extract
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/ Hamnafield and me
/ this morning: my pluming breath,
/ its scribbles of scree.
/
/ Among chains and rope,
/ lashed here all winter: Swallow,
/ Lively, Brighter Hope.
/
/ Mandolin,…
Sheep Hill, Fair Isle - by
I begin sheepishly,
/ feel with fingers
/ attempt to roo
/
/ your softness taut
/ in struggle. I soothe
/ …
MacDiarmid on Whalsay - by
1. A Glass of Cold Water, Mid-Afternoon
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/ Some like it hot, after dinner, but poets know their
/ preference: A house at home in…