Holy Island.

© Copyright Rachel Melissa Robson

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Water creeps,
drooning aal.
Varni cut off
frem tha Wald.
Small patch a land,
island.
Dragins fly across
tha seas, Heathens.
Fire an' blud,
Men stanning tall.
Hide,
hide it aal.
Ya beuks 'nd mead,
gald 'nd prayers.
Tha punishment of God
is come.
They wa barn fer tha sea,
ye wa barn te kneel.
Poles in tha sand
mark tha way hyem.

- Rachel Melissa Robson.

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