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/