Song of the Wounds
“Red as butchered beasts
Miracle-mongers end;
Sang the first wound
George Mackay Brown
Poetry
The Twelve Piers of Hamnavoe
Those piers like huge stone feet
Stand in the ebb.
Twice a day
The Sailor, The Old Woman, and The Girl
“Have you any cure,” cried the young sailor
Pulling against the tide,
“Have you any herb or spell to help
Harald, etc.
HARALD, THE AGNOSTIC
ALE-LOVING OLD SHEPHERD
ENEMY OF THE WHISKY-DRINKING