Poetry Map of Scotland, poem no. 164: Eshaness

The Madonna of the Rocks

She was in a narrow crevice
on Eshaness; she looked up
as they looked down

into a small, savage, pure white face
to take the breath away.
Lifting her lip

over tiny ivory knives, keeping
her kits behind her, she stood
her ground, staring

defiance at the giant faces
who could not tell her
they too were parents,

could only admire how she spat
come on if you think you're hard enough
at Herod's army.

 

Sheenagh Pugh
From Short Days, Long Shadows (Seren, 2014)

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