100/100 For dragon eggs?

Shall we open the door?  What story, the old or the new?

We have lived so long and so well

In our green fable

Shall we open the doors? 

[from ‘Uranium 2’, George Mackay Brown, ‘Travellers’]

98/100 Returning from Quoyloo brewery

‘Oh, she’ll be back.   That dear one

Is gold of our corn

She’s Orkney rain and spindrift ...’

[from ‘Gossip in Hamnavoe:  about a girl’, George Mackay Brown, ‘Travellers’]

No extra creativity about this one - just a September 1st shower over Hoy.

97/100 Drop my harp

I have said to Erling Saltfingers, Drop my harp

Through a green wave, off Yesnaby.

Next time you row to the lobsters. 

[from The Five Voyages of Arnor, George Mackay Brown, 'Selected poems 1952-1992']

95/100 A summer midnight

Orkney turns upon poles of light and darkness

A summer midnight, the north

Is red with the two lamps of dawn and sunset.

[The Northern Sky, from ‘Haiku for the Holy Places, George Mackay Brown, ‘Travellers’]