Christopher Hall

The Orkney Ferry

bilge water

fire-flaming war horse

Flee ridden rat carrier


from Glasgow I can see,

a pixel perfect bay

rolling to the salty blasted sea

a treeless paradise

blank canvas


never settling

never the slide

never the city’s long subside


you are sunlit

breaking through the clouds

as the rain  moves quickly,

to settle anywhere else

city bound

I dream of hot blood and fresh ashes

city bound

i belch cod Latin

dreaming Acheron

and the feet of Cassius

and Dante and Lucifer’s frozen legs

the flash of a swifts wing

is lit by the slow setting sun

and holds on the edge of a precipice

towards a never again dark night


In Glasgow it rained

And all her first month she burrowed-in deep

As grit to the corner of a great eye

Living leaking pipes and holes in the wall

As the building joined with the weather to

Keep her clothes damp and a cough on her chest

In Glasgow it rained

And all her first month she clung to two rooms

Winding towels round pipes

tuffing paper in the cracks

As the city blinked day and night

And the sky tried to wash her to the sea

Christopher Hall © 2012