From One Ness to Blackness
From One Ness to Blackness I cross the water from Torryburn,
in the Ship That Never Sailed,
Blackness Castle of Outlander myth,
land by the wee gem,
The Lobster Pot,
moor the Battleship a walk away,
by the beach where bathers dip in the mineral sediment of the bay inhaling salty breeze, gathering goosebumps.
Blackness is Braw wrote Robert Burns,
a happiness, kindness, friendliness.
I meet the sea blue walls of the Pot,
its ocean faring theme, beer garden,
folk music, open fire, fine brews,
so braw, right by the National Cycle Route,
sea food platters to drown for,
quirky nautical memorabilia.
Blinking at naked ladies and snakes,
I spot ship figure heads standing guard,
that ‘Help Me First’ life ring,
a fisher gang leaning into a camera
stone-faced, open-faced,
Muffy, Rasher, Raving Ross, Mad Jack, Dark Drew, and rumours
of a visit by Sean of James Bond fame.