by James Sinclair
Blue-finned is joost my style
reekin o daeth
A’ll shun clean up eftir dee
Da Skipper took ta his bed
wi da lurgy an he niver lifted him more.
Lyin dere, gettin waeker an waeker
by da day, his life blòd ebbit awa.
Wir faith slidin in ta da mirk wi him.
Whit fate wid come ta wis aa? Dir wis nae hoop
an whit peerie coarn o charity, lost aboard wir floatin kist.
Ony, dat hed a peerie bit, gairded hit
laek a wild baess, ill-vynded an cornered.
An if someen sood pass ta da idder side,
da rest wid descend apo dir belangins
laek corbies apo da cast oot lamb,
dey could barely wait fur da braeth ta laeve dem.
An eftir da doctor hed read fae da guid book,
we sang da hollow wirds o a hymn inta da emptiness.
|The Hull whaleship Diana, trapped in the Greenland ice|
A sequence of Shetland dialect poems as an interpretation of the ill-fated voyage of the Hull whaleship Diana, trapped in the Greenland ice over winter 1866-1867.
|Back Fae Da Edge||Poem by James Sinclair|
|Honest Graft||Poem by James Sinclair|
|Laevin Hame||Poem by James Sinclair|
|Lang Lippened||Poem by James Sinclair|
|Loss||Poem by James Sinclair|
|Lost Sowls||Poem by James Sinclair|
|Makkin a Run Fur Hit||Poem by James Sinclair|
|Mellishon||Poem by James Sinclair|
|Mirrie Dancers||Poem by James Sinclair|
|Shaestin a Feyness||Poem by James Sinclair|
|Shaestin wir Prey||Poem by James Sinclair|
|Slippin Awa||Poem by James Sinclair|
|Starvation||Poem by James Sinclair|
|Trappit||Poem by James Sinclair|