james mcgonigal
Poet  •  Critic

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Yin sang alike for bricht waves an’ the sea-faem’s lather,
for the marram gresses’
          coarseness in oor mooths, Faither.
Yin sang for unsung touns, Carsethorn, Beeswing,
yin for laich waters
          an’ wuid-reek risin.
Slick tides race, ootpacin riders ower the Firth.
Sunset a raggit hanky
          whaur boats berthed.
Deid men loup in, salmon tae the haaf net,
pushin thin heids
          through oor herts’ mesh yet.

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