Cargo Ships Sleep

Fiona Black



Cargo Ships Sleep

(08.15, 7th May 2020, Portobello Beach)

The sun wears a necklace

above an almond brown beach

undulating like wavy hills waiting for castles.

Water: blue, navy blue, white and pearl —

far away, where turquoise meets Spring air,

cargo ships sleep under the Glory.

Gannets bob on the water,

a whippet runs back to its mistress,

beneath my foot a cockle shell,

half hidden in the sand,

shines red and gold.

That morning in May the sun had a circular rainbow hanging from it, called ‘a glory’; there were six cargo boats on the horizon.


The Thistle

Thistle roots go deep

self seed in sparse conditions

are valued by bees.