Heriot Toun in summer

Words for Summer 2012

Pat Law's anchorage

when you steer your way in
you find the anchorage feels
even smaller than it is,
one cold steel ring
fixed in a south-facing rock
where we tied Kirsty

inside the witches cauldron
whose lava black cliffs
cloaked in swirling clouds
should be monochrome,
but those blacks are so rich
you could jump into them

holding on to dreich weather
wind & rain keep up their
relentless pounding rhythm,
so much part of Scavaig
it stops feeling threatening
and becomes almost comforting

Alec Finlay

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