A poem by Andrew McNeillie
The windows shut against the weather,
I climbed the hill through bog and heather.
I saw a golden eagle and a mountain hare
And found an antler of a deer.
I walked along Hushinish shore
And watched the gannet plunge down ice-cold air.
All in a southeast wind I saw forever
Nothing to my mind that might repair
The dream of sailing to St Kilda
As I had dreamt it months before.
Taken from Winter Moorings, a new collection of Andrew’s poems, published by Carcanet. Copies can be bought direct from the publisher at a special discount price for Caught by the River readers.