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I found this little window over the door of the Fisherman Museum in Scalloway while visiting the Shetlands recently. Appropriate and lovely in its simplicity.
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The west flushed, drove down its shutter
And night sealed all.
Peaceful the air, the sea.
A quiet scattering of stars.
The great ocean
Makes the gentlest of motions about the turning world,
A thin wash through the pebbles.
No moon this night.
Th creels lie still on their weeded ledges.
Not a sound, except far inland
The yelp of a tinker's dog.
Three days ago a storm blazed here, and drowned
Jock Halcrow among his lobsters.
There's one croft dark to-night in the lighted valley.
Fisherman by George Mackay Brown (1921-1996)