Morag at the store Edit 1.0000001
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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 Scotch galore.

Morag shelves 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 trysts with
Celtic Princes, Jaspered Kings.
Naked, she flies at ruby sundown,
soaring west on eagle's wings...
(But wears for him a linen bedgown,
best he not see her private things.)

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

Morag at the store.
tectak
2014
Singleton difference....for across the pond!
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