Morag at the Store Edit 1.0 erthona, true, et al

[ChristopherSea]

Morag moves among her mountains
musing in the dark back store.
Duncan, faither, sells Camp Coffee,
milk in cartons, beans in fours,
tinned potatoes, tablet toffee,
frozen peas and pies galore.

Morag stacks the cardboard boxes;
climbs the ladder up the rack.
In her head she scales the Munroes,
haversack upon her back;
on the mountain trail she follows,
memorised, a well-worn track.

Morag never leaves the back store,
never sees the passing trade,
never smiles at lads who see her
moving shadow in the shade.
Faither says that Morag's fear
is contact with the boy's brigade.

Morag dreams of highland trists with
Celtic Princes, Jaspered Kings.
Naked, she flies in ruby sundown,
carried west on Eagle's wings;
but wears for him a linen bedgown,
best he not see her private things.

Morag lives inside the backroom,
faither tells her of his day.
Never does she spill her dreaming,
keeps her lovers hid away;
but on the the shelf she stays a'scheming
and on the shelf Morag will stay.

Morag at the store.
tectak
2014

My advice for both you and Dale is: 'Contend you not' on the phrase reversals or inversions, because you both love to use them. The Morag threw me, along with some other Scottish touches. "Tapadh leat" my poetry faither and mentor. Nonetheless, I thought this may have been a metaphor for Nessie's cousin of the same name. The store being the Lock she is confined to swim/live in. However, this would be convoluted by the fact Morag is a common Scottish lassie name. 'the dark back store' struck me oddly, but that could be some dialect. However, the way it morphs to 'the back store' and then again to 'the backroom' is intriguing. You also have the list of sundries items that some will object to. I think it builds atmosphere. Her fantasy is the highlight, presumably until some Gaelic Prince, like the village mason, sweeps her out of the store or she comes of age. Not much of a critique, but my impressions shared. I like it. Thanks for your venue-themed posts. Cheers/Chris