Tarasaigh – wrecked trimaran revisited
do dh’ Eoghann MacRath (nach maireann)
fraying loose ends
of glass cloth and
dimples from lost
fastenings
copper
stitches
delaminating ply
our
stainless technology
is fast up this tidal creek –
no paddles .
lichens
have a grip –
harmonic verdigris
a weft of salt
settled in terrain
like lazybeds
but songs have gone
from Tarasaigh
unless we
sing them now
From web-blog 2011, Cape Farewell Scottish islands site:
http://www.capefarewell.com/2011expedition/author/ian-stephen/