This poem is taken from PN Review 169, Volume 32 Number 5, May - June 2006.
Hay MakarSeven songs in homage to George Campbell Hay (Deórsa Mac
Iain Dheórsa) 1915-1984
(i) Seeking
See her tugging
at her muse's mooring,
restless to be gone,
the live-long night
her day: eager
to put lines between her
and home, out at
the edge of death
to shoot her net.
(ii) Notes on a Menu at Loch Fyne, Walton Street
I used to wonder as a boy
how far out the tide could go.
Spring tides I mean
and now I know. So
spring-times on the hill
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