Brekken Beach, Nort Yell by Christine De Luca A mile aff we catch a glisk
glimpse
o Brekken beach: webbed
atween headlands, a glansin arc
sparkling
o ancient shalls
shells
sun sillered.
silvered
Waves aff Arctic floes
bank in; dey shade fae cobalt
tae a glacial green; swall
swell
an brak, rim on rim
o lipperin froad.
overflowing surf
We rin owre dunes
crumplin smora,
clover
fling aff wir shon
shoes
birze sand trow taes
squeeze, through toes
dell and bigg it;
dig and build
shaste da doon draa
chase the backwash
o da waves, loup
jump
der hidmost gasps.
last
Abune wis, solan plane an plummet,
us, gannets
an on da cliff, a tystie
guillemot
triggit up in black an white
neatly dressed
gawps at wir foally.
folly
Da sun draps don ahint his keep
as we man laeve
must
an Eden aert
earth
ta him.
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