Will Vigar

a writer of sorts

Dunnet Head (Fair Isle*)

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In the tactile quiet, the whine

of the nervous system drowns

the black sea, north of Dunnet

Head. A caged sound wash

 

on this fluid canvas –

where aspic air dulls

all but the wings

of the shearwater

 

beating at the numbed

goustie – a feathered

thrum and unexpected

downdraft teases

 

a supranormal absence

of inspiration and sound

and heartbeat. Caithness

pauses… then breathes again.

 

 

*Dunnet Head sits in the Fair Isle Shipping Forecast Area and this poem is part of my Shipping Forecast project.

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