TLOSGH - MRS MACKAY

she popped an anxious head outside

her door

Worrying whether Mr Mackay would

inisist on fish for his meal

Mr and mrs mackay

silently ate

she felt her heart flare in its dark cave

hungry, blind, open its small beak

frantic,

strained

her head cleared

mad, muttering, free

she wrote her maiden name with a

stick in the sand

till the firm waves

lifted her under her arms and danced her away like a groom with a bride

high above

seagulls laughed