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Where the cranes divide the sky 

Under a muted dawn

We sit under sandstone pillars 

Inscribed with time and salt winds.


Your liquid shadow spills out across the dock 

As you spin a yarn from the single stars 

That pick out a path across the Forth. 


You fight an urge to turn giant 

And push those cable drums seaward, 

To watch them unroll their cargo in furls of snakes.


I listen and long to hold you by the kissing trees 

Under a hawthorn halo of lace, 

As rooks peel away from their roosts

And wheel across fields spiked by plough and gold.

Poem copyright Larissa Reid

Artwork copyright Elspeth Knight

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