Towards the Sea
Where the burn
joins the river
the language of water is verbs,
rushing from the hills and the fields
with the wind that breaks
the surface in flakes of glass
that mob and scatter like birds.
My daughter is often there:
for now, it is the boundary
of her empire. She sits for hours.
Sentences form, break apart,
and then move away always,
towards the sea.
the language of water is verbs,
rushing from the hills and the fields
with the wind that breaks
the surface in flakes of glass
that mob and scatter like birds.
My daughter is often there:
for now, it is the boundary
of her empire. She sits for hours.
Sentences form, break apart,
and then move away always,
towards the sea.
- Hugh McMillan 2016
Hugh McMillan is a poet living in Galloway in
south west Scotland.
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