Northwords Now Issue 38

The FREE literary magazine of the North

Winter Mountain Rescue

Winchman at the Wake

by Karen Hodgson Price

Around us
vigil whispers
warmed by whisky
swirl the sense, the cause

He hushed my hands
with love, with loss. Sorry
you couldn’t save my wee girl.

The whirling words
downdraft the decades.
A whiteout still
of disbelief.