Arevegaig

saltmarsh islands
almostglow green
from the air
puzzle pieces
set in sea
the tide froths
the flock retreats
only the sick sheep
is cut off
bleats
a long grey cry
if she steps too far
her fleece will waterlog
and she’ll sink in silt
as thick and rich
as jellied soup
tonight it’s Springs
and high water
will wash her off
there will be eels
then crabs
………Jan Dean

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About Jan Dean

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3 Responses to Arevegaig

  1. Simon Marsh says:

    Wonderful. Reminded me very much of Sally Purcell’s Sceilg Mhichíl. Thanks 🙂

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