Ruth McIlroy

Three Poems

Exorcism of the eye

Salt in the face,
How do you put a lamb on blade,
As you burn on burn,
How do you go to sea-hog,
As the army was going,
How will the army go?

I have plenty of rain,
I have a heather,
I have a fire on it,
I have plenty of sorrow,
I have strong strength,
I am very clear,
I have the strength of my cell,
I have the strength of my spear,
The strength of heaven.

Thread on the top of the green,
One third on the beaches,
Shingle on the brine.

Acknowledgements to A Carmichael, Carmina Gadelica II

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