Daed-traa by Jen Hadfield
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I go to the rockpool at the slack of the tide to mind me what my poetry's for.
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Daed-traa by Jen Hadfield

by appealtobelief

I go to the rockpool at the slack of the tide

to mind me what my poetry's for.

It has its ventricles, just like us –

pumping brine, like bull's blood, a syrupy flow.

It has its theatre –

hushed and plush.

It has its Little Shop of Horrors.

It has its crossed and dotted monsters.

It has its cross-eyed beetling Lear.

It has its billowing Monroe.

I go to the rockpool at the slack of the tide

to mind me what my poetry's for.

For monks, it has barnacles

to sweep the broth as it flows, with fans,

grooming every cubic millimetre.

It has its ebb, the easy heft of wrack from rock,

like plastered, feverish locks of hair.

It has its *flodd*.

It has its welling god

with puddled, podgy cheeks and jaw.

It has its holy hiccup.

Its minute's silence

                                &nb

sp;           *daed–traa*.

I go to the rockpool at the slack of the tide

to mind me what my poetry's for.

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^Shetlandic ^words:

^*daed-traa* ^– ^the ^slack ^of ^the ^tide

^*flodd* ^– ^the ^flood ^tide/the ^tide ^coming ^in

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