Barbara Cumbers
poet and geologist
A selection of my poems
These poems are from my book about Shetland: In the simmer dim
Da mirrie dancers
Because the night is shining green
it might split open
so I wait in the still and the cold
for the solar wind
to blow the sky apart
and sheets of light
to spiral down and swing
through air with the sound
of a knife brushing ice.
The voice is distant, bloodless
like the hiss of iron filings
as they sing
to a moving magnet.
There should be no sound,
I know there can be no sound
yet I hear it
resonate through
the bones of my skull
the magnetic bones of my skull
a tinnitus outside myself
the voice of the north
calling the southerner I am
to the thinness of dark
that only the north knows.
Island voices
I am the pony on the high moor
the barrel pony of children’s dreams.
I am the peat beneath its hoofs.
I wake to the steep of water
that has nowhere to go.
I reach down to ancient carbon
stored in the land. The wind
blows through and around me,
electricity and alien blades
anchored in rock, brown and raw.
I am the islands and the true horizon
of unbroken sea.
I am the orca and also the seal,
the torn and the tearer
of muscle, fur and bone.
I am the hut on the harbour wall,
my facing blue-painted,
my windows shuttered.
NOTES
Da mirrie dancers is the Shetland name for the Northern Lights.
Keen of Hamar is a botanical nature reserve on Unst, the most northerly inhabited island in Shetland.
Keen of Hamar
not enough to green
shattered serpentinite
plants are small and scarce
northern rock cress fragrant orchid fairy flax
you need to crouch down
and creep forward slowly
eyes close to the ground
dwarf scurvy grass Norwegian sandwort spring squill
chromium and nickel
discolour flowers that bloom
purple-tinted
black spleenwort frog orchid hoary whitlow grass
they root unnoticed
long fibres finding water
deep below broken stone
mountain everlasting Shetland mouse-ear moonwort