Lise Sinclair

Silent
Poem

Scottish Book Trust (Garden Area)

‘I live on Fair Isle, Britain’s most remote inhabited island, where the impact of environmental and climatic changes have immediate and obvious consequences — the fabric of my world responds in real time.’
Lise Sinclair, Poet and Singer

Silent 

The sky is falling
Silent 

The lark’s throat-
Splitting song 
Curdles above
The silent
Echoes of empty
Cliffs 

The curlew
Cry for rain
Or maybe
The lost tenors and basses
On bleak stacks 

The snipe shudder
Through the summer grass
Mindful of the closeness
Of the desert sea
And the price of fish

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