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Hippocampus<\/strong><\/p>\n At Corryvreckan, there\u2019s an arm Perhaps it\u2019s the Cailleach But that\u2019s something that lives where light doesn\u2019t. it feeds on dreadful rationalities. <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Mhairi Owens<\/strong> is a community worker, poetry tutor and online Scots Editor of The Scores<\/em>. Her poems have appeared or are pending in various anthologies and journals, including the Glasgow Review of Books<\/em> and\u00a0The Rialto<\/em>.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Note: Cailleach | giant creator hag; nuckelavee | Orcadian sea-horse monster.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Hippocampus At Corryvreckan, there\u2019s an arm that reaches from a dark sea pit towards the strait\u2019s surface. There it catches tides and throws them back, forcing surf that swallows itself in perpetual circles, spewing waves that break where they swell, like forebodings. Maybe they are, I don\u2019t know. Perhaps it\u2019s the Cailleach […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[138,7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-19099","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-2019-poetry-picks","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19099","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=19099"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19099\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19290,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19099\/revisions\/19290"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19099"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19099"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19099"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nthat reaches from a dark sea pit
\ntowards the strait\u2019s surface.
\nThere it catches tides and throws them back,
\nforcing surf that swallows itself
\nin perpetual circles,
\nspewing waves that break
\nwhere they swell, like forebodings.
\nMaybe they are, I don\u2019t know.<\/p>\n
\nwashing her giant plaid in public.
\nThere\u2019s a case to be made
\nfor getting mythological about these things,
\nfor supposing this is the kind of place
\nthat might have spawned the nuckelavee.
\nMaybe it is, I don\u2019t know.<\/p>\n
\nIt appears in the deceptive netting
\nof its own flesh, its skin
\nbeing entirely flayed, a dark kelp-fankle
\nof sinews and black blood in warted veins.
\nIts lower body\u2019s a warped horse
\nwith razor-finned legs
\nand hooves that could crush counties. It\u2019s said<\/p>\n
\nMaybe it does. I don\u2019t know.<\/p>\n