Barbara Mitchell Poems
- Whale...South Uist. A trinity of vertebrae on a carpet of ...
- Another Day In Kitchen-Land Here he comes...slap-happy, ...
- Song Of The Swan It wasn't always so, that love, the leech, ...
- Where He Flies. I saw a man chained to his eagle. The bird ...
- Country Churchyard. Under their blankets of old ruin are all ...
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A trinity of vertebrae on a carpet of stone,
a cathedral of sea-worship built of bone.
Scoured clean of flesh that once powered you across oceons
following moon-paths, pulled by stars.
Out beyond the edge sounds an echo of your mighty voice
bugling your need to distant kin,
troubador, wandering minstrel...I hear you sing.
This is where your pilgrim years have brought you,
South Uist the table for your bones.
Fretful and fearsome the sea arranges coasts and lives
and, in the deep, the caller calls you in.
...If I could have been a bird I might have seen your ...