38/100 ‘I’d deserted Susie, my yawl, that day’

I’d deserted Susie, my yawl, that day

To bespeak a bride,

A Birsay lass, well-dowered.

[from ‘The Bridegroom from the sea’, George Mackay Brown, ‘Travellers’]

36/100 ‘some little slut from the hill’

 

‘and if I do not speak soon, some little slut from the hill or the shore 

will have you to kirk and to bed and to bairn-making; 

and what is authority in a place if a yoke cannot be put on a serf …?’

[from ‘Elizabeth Sweyn, widow, at her writing desk in the hall’ , George Mackay Brown, from ‘Travellers’]

35/100 - Under a splurge of larks (19:/thirty-third stone)

The last of these scheduled-in-my-absence ‘Brodgar Poems’ prints since I am now back home, however there is enough of the wedding/perfect, stylised image for me to let this one stand.