REVENGE
Look up at the scarified walls,
the sad-eyed windows,
imagine fire darting from rafter to rafter,
the youngest MacDougall watching his home
so long impregnable
beacon the Covenanter ships
in triumph while musket shots
shouted the deaths of every last one
of his kinsfolk.
What’s left of the castle
looks out, as ever,
over the treacherous sea
but there’s only an island ferry
tracing its white path,
the distant gleam of sunlit sails
where yachts are sporting, noiselessly.
the sad-eyed windows,
imagine fire darting from rafter to rafter,
the youngest MacDougall watching his home
so long impregnable
beacon the Covenanter ships
in triumph while musket shots
shouted the deaths of every last one
of his kinsfolk.
What’s left of the castle
looks out, as ever,
over the treacherous sea
but there’s only an island ferry
tracing its white path,
the distant gleam of sunlit sails
where yachts are sporting, noiselessly.
