On Sentinel Shore
Ink-stained and tangled seaweed
smouldering in seafire
broken on sentinel shore
halting hightide out in rushing rhythms
cottage smoke wispwrithes into a silverblack lightless night
wild edge and wild air whip and froth
under a creeping moons midwatch
and yet, go still against the cold pull
there to weave and unweave shadowshoals
and haul home through skerried squals
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