Vidlin, Shetland 21.10.1914
Nor heaven nor earth has been at peace tonight.
War’s trenches barely cut, still lines on maps.
But life goes on: a little girl is born.
Birth’s struggle done, the midwife sets off home
down Neegirt’s fields, with lit peat held for light.
And in the firmament, a comet’s flight records
the moment, outstrips a harvest moon that rides
the sky. The heavens themselves blaze forth nativity,
wrap a blessing round a little one whose first breath
reincarnates the dust of galaxies, obscures,
reveals: links death with life and love and power.
reference to excerpts from Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar, Act 2, Scene 2