Poem: Haar on the Riverside

By Roddie McKenzie


 Haar on the Riverside



An unripe autumn sun filters

through a silk scarf of cirrus stratus,

a gauze sky afternooning,

over the burnished, bronze water.

Shadows creep over the tidal flats,

like patterned altocumulus,

in the drying sand.


Fife recedes into the mist

the black pegs of the railway bridge

converge into infinity.


Time divides in mid river

against the gauze screen.

The film rolls.

I strain to see Viking galleys

plundering upstream

to sack Perth.


History leaks out of the landscape,

the weather

is a shrewd director.






Roddie McKenzie 19/9/14