Northwords Now Issue 39

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Lost Sowls

by James Sinclair

I can sniff dee oot
da smell o da eart
da stink o fust an rot

We aedged closs in ta da floe
an fur sic a sicht as hit med.
Hit lookit laek dey’d joost set dem doon
fae dir moarnin’s wark, teen a braether.

Dey wir twa lifeboats kummeled heidicraa,
aers riggit in craa’s taes,
wuppit roond wi canvas sails,
kists an barrels an packin cases.

Aathin laid oot dere, apairt
Fae da ship hersel. An whin you lookit
dat bit closer ,you could see dir blackened sken
da fankled shaeps o dir airms an leegs

laek da graet puppet maister
hed cut da strings, hed gotten fed up
wi da  game he’d been playin
an waandered aff i da ice, laevin his toys ahint.


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 EdgePoem by James Sinclair
Honest GraftPoem by James Sinclair
Laevin HamePoem by James Sinclair
Lang LippenedPoem by James Sinclair
LossPoem by James Sinclair
Lost SowlsPoem by James Sinclair
Makkin a Run Fur HitPoem by James Sinclair
MellishonPoem by James Sinclair
Mirrie DancersPoem by James Sinclair
Shaestin a FeynessPoem by James Sinclair
Shaestin wir PreyPoem by James Sinclair
Slippin AwaPoem by James Sinclair
StarvationPoem by James Sinclair
TrappitPoem by James Sinclair