Fairies by Hugh McMillan


The moon is a dull blade
and everything beyond
the pond of street lamp
is gone except two blue lights
swimming: maybe a house in the hills
or a 737 coming home to Glasgow,
or then again fairies.
It doesn’t look more
than half a mile,
worth the soaking
when I burst into the circle
and they slowly turn
their hard little faces to me
white and beautiful
in the light,
like dolls.

Hugh McMillan is a poet from South West Scotland, an award winner in several competitions including the Smith/Doorstep Pamphlet Prize, the Callum MacDonald Prize and the Cardiff International Poetry Competition. His Selected Poems were published by Luath Press in September 2015.

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