Poetry Corner : Shifts

Black plastic bale wraps flappingWave slappingCloud shadows chasing over dappled shadowsIn this seal-head-bobbing inshore sea (Like me) the geese won’t settleThey feel the flyways openMagnetic roads to the endless lightOf North’s brief summer Here, our summer shift stands ready at the turnPlumage fresh as new paint. By McB. 24/3/26

theorkneynews

April 6, 2026

1–2 minutes

McB, poem

Black plastic bale wraps flapping
Wave slapping
Cloud shadows chasing over dappled shadows
In this seal-head-bobbing inshore sea

(Like me) the geese won’t settle
They feel the flyways open
Magnetic roads to the endless light
Of North’s brief summer

Here, our summer shift stands ready at the turn
Plumage fresh as new paint.

By McB. 24/3/26