Yell Sound, Shetland, 2014, by R.A.D. Stainforth 

The Morning Star sank, still 

we face drooping clouds, heavy

with rain, strong winds keep blowing.

Some for the fishing, some for money,

some prefer dangers of the Sound.

Draping my black raincoat

around my shoulders, I sail on.

Not for cash, not for adventure,

not for the catch of the day.

I found myself aboard this vessel

when my sweet love walked away.

Watching the otters and whales,

I feel as black as the rolling current.

Lighthouses guide our odd crew

and the strong winds keep howling.

donetta sifford 8-18-2014


8 responses

  1. A great read, Donetta . . . ~ Eddie 🙂

  2. Really enjoyed reading your take on this Magpie tale.

  3. A wonderful write Donetta!

  4. some great imagery here..x

  5. Feel as black as the rolling currents. AWESOME! Love and Light, S

  6. Impressive, and a touch poignant…

  7. This Dutchman has a good Captain , it seems ….

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