Keeping Watch


They have swapped the stars

for searchlights, swept

 a curtain over  the mouth of the bay.


Half the fleet is asleep,

casting their dreams deep

as they search for sweethearts, mothers,



Tomorrow, these bleary bones

will slink out of safety, patrol

the pale waters, hold the Firth’s

hammering heart in their sea-worn hands.


Lynn Valentine

March 2018



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