Upon Your Shore

Ma boatie sailed ower the mist covered sea, I searched an sought for your hidden shore, Shrouded in mist frae ma searching eye. You left in a red mist o yer makin, Stormin aff afore ah could stoap yer flight, Heid strang defiant an unco deaf tae protestations, Awa back tae yer hame doon by the wild sea, Broodin an frettin yer wrath ready tae explode, Watchin the mist conseal yer shore. Selkies an sirens kept silent at nicht, Feart o yer mad writhings an screams, Even the Coileach hid hersell away , In daurk caves inside o hills and bogs. They were loast in the wids, Whaur only fae Ghillie could see them oot. Doon rushing burns kelpies would scream, Rending the nicht to quiver an moan, Whaur travellers wid shiver in tavern rooms. Ah heard the moans an gripes in the mist As at last ah fund yer shore wi smooth saun, Whaur ah beeched ma little boatie, Unner the licht o a bricht shining moon. Upon yer shore ah staun an cast a look Ower the saun toward yer hame, An wunner if ah was tae blame. Yer loast tae me forever in time, Ne,er again will ah call ye mine. Andrew mcintyre. 28/12/2020.