Tonight I safely sit here <br />Far away from the salty birds <br />Of the cold and stony rising tide <br />Of Stromness <br />Here where I am <br />In a place of humid rampant quiet <br />With concert insects <br />Singing to the tropics <br /> On the wet outside <br />And this machine making my words <br />On the dry inside <br /> Its just me and the quiet voice <br />Of George Mackay Brown <br />Telling me of <br />Hamnavoe <br />Orkney life <br />His time <br />Now gone <br />Like the high tide <br />LikeThe Old Women <br />Like the Lady Of The Waves <br />Like him <br />Old poetry <br />Hypnotic <br />Allowing me <br />to be alone with <br />The Orkneys <br />With the awe and beauty <br />Of Hamnavoe <br />And with the genius of <br />George Mackay Brown <br />Telling me personally <br />Of his life <br />I am going to listen for a while. <br /> <br /> <br />Geoffrey.14th day of March 2014 Just north of Cairns Qld Oz. <br />In the damp hot monsoon night.<br /><br />Geoffrey Fafard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/orkney-drift/
