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We are all doomed
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Seagulls are dots
at dusk
inflight -
untethered kites
poor pilgrims adrift.
Haunting the firth
harbingers
home
adventurers that never return.
We are all doomed
An exposé, sea mist
hoists up from her bathing,
her sheer nightdress
resurrecting wraiths beneath,
Battering, a siege,
her rippling belly, back and forth.
A Piper stands the Curtain wall.
D major weeps,
piper drowns the seagulls out.
‘ We are All doomed’
Blackness on Sea
flicks her braided hair
sweeps wildly aside her fringe
her prying fingers
reclaim
what remains.
Dragged knuckles knocking,tide chanting
let me ashore
once more.
We are all doomed
In the Lobster Pot Pub,
Patrons, a handful,
milked slithers of cold from marrow and bone.
At the end of the bar
appeared Wild ‘Billy ‘ Fleming.
The taste of his breath - foul fish by the dozen.
Ashen, his face, with sea matted hair.
To those patrons that stayed , he offered a grin,
raised his glass high and wished them “bonailie”.
We are all doomed!