|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
Written for Magpie Tales – Mag 233