An Ayrshire Viking
An Ayrshire Viking
I scanned across the silent sea,
Straining my grey-green eyes as I searched for any stubborn sight
Of my Viking forefathers, but they had lang syne sailed away,
Leaving only the faintest scent of mead, of gore, of smoke,
And me, alone, in my ‘native’ Ayrshire home.
Ian Goudie (2021)
Inspired by: Affreca and the Rooks – by Kathleen McCracken
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Tagged acrostic poem, Ian Goudie, running, running poem