Grey gauzes the mountain.
Gorse sings yellow, streaming down the sides.
Black triangle cormorant skims the water’s glass
and Metalman emerges from the mist.
Skeleton of steel, he rolls in on the tide,
welded ribs whistling, alloy eyes glistening,
scatters lobster pots, drips alien rainbows
as he hauls his silver bulk onto the pier.
Head open, he takes in the stars.
Located, he stays, stands rapt.
Grass twists through riveted toes,
smoke-blue loch fleshes bones.
For instructions on how to submit your own poems, click here
All poems from our Poetry Map of Scotland are subject to copyright and should not be reproduced otherwise without the poet's permission.