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Eynhallow Sound


Islands shift.
Dark           Light
changing places.

The distance moves forward.
Foreground recedes into mist,
like the wandering isle of Huldreland
riding on tide-races of light.

Overlooking the Sound
is the stone ship of death
still aground on the shore.
So remote.          So close.

Out of the dark emerge:
a quernstone. A flint axe.

Darkness flaps
like the curlew’s flight:

a flash
then falling
to merge with the earth.

Stephanie Green

Published in 'A Place Beyond', the Orkney Writers' Anthology, 2013. Performed at the St Magnus Festival.
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