The light， tarred skin
of the currach rides
and receives the current，
rolls and responds to
the harsh sea swell.
Inside the wooden ribs
a slithering frenzy； a sheen
of black-barred silver-
green and flailing mackerel：
the iridescent hoop
of a gasping sea trout.
As a fish gleams most
fiercely before it dies，
so the scales of the sea-hag
shine with a hectic
putrescent glitter：
luminous， bleached—
white water—
that light in the narrows
before a storm breaks.