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 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|