Hymn of the Haar

The path here over winter grew

With wild madder and rest harrow

I came to tread another in

At the end of spring

I walk my miseries here on a leash

The strait of Dover

A silver verisimilar

Damascun road

The sea wrack brought in this afternoon

A boy in the shape of a balloon

His jumper a rashidun green

Came clear there was no rousing him

So, I wrote for him a name

Before the police came

To tarpaulin and erase the evidence

Crisis to crisis

Life needn't be like this, or must it?

And must I be oblivious nor ask why

Just to hear the hymn of the haar

Or haul away to harbour

Easterlies at Shakespeare cliff provoking the precipice

Here come the lee waves shuddering the nape of bluff enough delusion

My crop will fail

The scansion of the spindrift binds me to the metre of despair

Crisis to crisis

Life once was not like this, or was it?

Or was I too delirious to realise or to hear

The hymn of the haar

And haul away to harbour

The shadow needs the light

To keep its void in sight

The left wing needs the right

To keep the beast in flight

Skylark to bugloss

To self heal to cormorant

To samphire to plover

No bluebird flies over

Here in the hymn of the haar

As we haul away to harbour

Or were the voices just too loud today to let you tell anybody?

Or back across the bar them pray, "Oft him anhaga are gebideð."