Northwords Now Issue 39

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Mirrie Dancers

by James Sinclair

Wi da lift drawn doon
du has naewhaur ta geng
wi da herd grip o frost

Man, I canna mind da sicht o da sun.
You loss aa track o da time o day.
Is hit been weeks, months ur years?
An dan da clawin cowld turns you numb,
maks you waant ta close your een an niver waaken.
I dunna ken hoo, I feel dee lyin dere Annie
an I swear da haet o dy skien is apo me back.

But ivery noo an dan da lift pits on a fjanna,
a licht show, a hansel fae da nordern gods.
Or micht hit be da ill-natured ean playin wis fur fòls.
Sae mony shades fae green ta aquamarine
glittrn siller starn, boannie vari-orm
flicker an dance, jig an reel, trowe a winter’s lift.

Hit maks you winder if hit’s aa bye wi
an you’re passed ower ta da idder side.


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