The Green Tricycle: Issue #2: Myth: Robert James Berry

Issue 2:
Myth
Robert James Berry

Rathad Nan Eilean:
The Road to the Isles

The small hours are burning
Slow as a peat brick

Moon silver plates the waves

Between isles
The Sound is cussing
Stirring the kelp

In Largs Bay the sands sing

On omen-black screes
Sherwaters are sleepless
down with sea fever

All that is awake
watches the Sgurr
Molar of granite
Stubborn as a norse curse

In moon sharpened silence
Standing stones guard
The burial ground
of giants and saints

The sea-grass is shaking
Like clansmen clawed by the cold

Shadows feud on the heather

This isle
Plugs earth's oldest monsters

Tonight their aurora will come

~Robert James Berry

Robert has lived all over the world, and currently is teaching at the Universiti Putra Malaysia. He is widely published. Email.