In the haar
...horses are grazing on the unfenced cliff.
One is two-tailed. They're standing neck to neck,
teeth scraping along salty backs, soaked
in sea-fret.
Below, the bell of the sea clangs;
utters the swell,
pulled in and pealing out
across the land.
A kestrel depends upon thin air,
wings braced
on threads of wind that dangle it
here; then here.
Rebecca Gethin has written five poetry publications and has been a Hawthornden Fellow and a Poetry School tutor. Messages was a winner in the first Coast to Coast to Coast pamphlet competition. Vanishings has just been published by Palewell Press. She blogs at http://www.rebeccagethin.wordpress.com.
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