Stromness Haiku: Poem by Jacqui Thewless

(i) Sorpool Neighbours

I’m told: two horses
once filled the horizon; huge
neighbours in the West...

(i) Morning

Because of the rain,
we don’t go to Hoy. Gazing,
all day, to its hills..

(iii) Copse

There are no Birch trees.
No matter: sunlight silvers
Whitebeams’ lichened boughs.

(iv) August

So late in the year...
Rowan-berry time. Half-way-
home to Bridie’s Day.


(v) Evening light

That violet roof
under the far hills, blue sea –
up-staged by gold sheep.
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