I thocht I heard the Broch coo
It didnae frighten me
It sang a sang o' gentle pain
And dragged me out tae sea!
We floated out and crossed the bar
And turned towards the west
She bellowed gently in my ear
'Ye didnae bring yer vest!'
We floated on into the mirk
Until great Triton blew
We swirled, and dirled, and held
our wheest
Then paddled out of view
I woke, I slept, I raged, I wept
But all in vain twas 'ere
We sank beneath the steel grey wave
To end our days down there
Scroggie Januaria, March 2011
Illustration: Sunset Song, Jane Cartney, 2011
© Oraculumsulmareexcoeurd'Ecosse & Jane Cartney
