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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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