Joan Lennon

herring, harvested

precipitous, night-netted from the sea
and all their urgent choreography
left hugger-mugger in the hold

taken on to the dawn
to the gasping quays
to the grasp and knife

guts in the basket at the god’s right hand
they are lightened into flight
from farlin to creel

till the tall one layers them
rosettes in the dark
and only the salt remains

Copyright © Joan Lennon 2014

Joan Lennon lives and writes in the Kingdom of Fife, overlooking the silvery Tay.  You can find out more about her books at


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