In reply to Slugain Howff:
> Anyone know if it's available online.
It is now!
Doug
Clachtoll
Ships full of birds, like sailing trees,
Add to the discourse of these seas
Whose flouncing skerries wash and sigh
A distance nearer with their cry
Long islands at their cables ride
The double talk of the split tide
And a low black rock pokes out
From caves of green its dripping snout
Coils of wind lie on that silk
That’s flowered with shadows soft as milk
Where rafts of duck crinkle and toss
And plumping cormorants crisscross
Persephone walks these plains and feels
Furrows of flowers break at her heels;
And weeds that writhe on rocky shelves
And Proteus lost amid his selves.
And Icarus, see, is gannet, drowned
And tombstoned by a fountain. Round
Loops of dolphins carry their
Singing Arions through the air.
An elegant confusion pours
A whole Atlantic on these shores
Where seapods crack and pebbles cry
And sandgrains whisper, trundling by.
Or guillemots urbanely edge
With rows of bottles that stone ledge
That founders with each tide and then
Gasps itself dripping up again.
One quality of colour ties
The seafoot to the upper skies
And one decorum binds the sounds
Of crafting lands and fishing grounds
Till night lays sound and colour by,
Excepting where the skerries lie
Cold as sirens all the night,
Opening and shutting fans of white.
(December 1955)