North Sea Island Pitches
¶ 1
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Bering strait, Labrador,
an arctic wind towards
North Sea island pitches
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Brora Rangers, aurora chances.
The time of day is unfixed
as the crescent moon and sun
together in the darkness
over Sutherland and Wick
¶ 3
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Further north, on Shetland,
light would seem unlikely
as ice turning to vapour
and you brave the floodlit pitches.
¶ 4
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Later, a hint of lighter indigo,
some grey and yellow mist,
something for that wind to work with
¶ 5
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at Aurora, Brora Rangers-
(such half-time entertainment!)
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