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Thursday, 13 October 2011

Port


Island waters: seas, lochs, streams, waterfalls
The poet’s father’s daughter plays the pipes and all
All to have a calling from the birth date to the wake
Words that stall, fall short of deep within
Rhythms of the oceans & of the seven deadly sins

Sunlight on the ferry
As for the boys in France
Back to making merry
Lead the nearly men a dance

Tall ships and seaborne warriors
Divers for the crab and clam
Hear the anthems of the Highlands
Fire the fear and then be damned

Dream of wide open moorland
Sleep on thoughts of mountain tan
Lay down old preoccupations
As you would in far away Japan

With the author who committed seppuku
After turning the pages on the love that ran

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