05-09-2020, 07:31 PM
My first poem in years... I work on a small Scottish island, reliant on its ferry and seasonal tourist trade.
Her cargo
Her cargo, our islands life
She introduces and intoxicates
With seductive summer blooms
Connections are planted
An invisible storm, a wind with no direction
We’re given a mooring and told to hold tight
Our isolation is our protection
A web of kin, a firefly to light the way
We’re given a life jacket and told to reach out
Our connections are our salvation
The umbilical of our connections
With whirling amniotic waters
She berths and births
Her cargo, our islands life reborn
Her cargo
Her cargo, our islands life
She introduces and intoxicates
With seductive summer blooms
Connections are planted
An invisible storm, a wind with no direction
We’re given a mooring and told to hold tight
Our isolation is our protection
A web of kin, a firefly to light the way
We’re given a life jacket and told to reach out
Our connections are our salvation
The umbilical of our connections
With whirling amniotic waters
She berths and births
Her cargo, our islands life reborn