Old Norse, meaning to squeal
The squall rose sudden, shrieking
accusations to starboard, hurling
salt-soaked sheets, whirling
coiled rope to serpent, lashing
dawn from darkness
Sea-streaming Furies surfaced maleficent:
Ahoy Sailor! Reef your sails! Sink your temptress! Fling Jonah to the sea!
A recording of skvala can be heard on this short video.
Author Anne Farrer is a poet, essayist and self-proclaimed critic-at-large. She lives by the sea and dreams about a certain crow.
This poem about the fragility of friendship was published in Poetry Pause by the League of Canadian Poets.
This odd piece about rambling early morning thoughts will have you floating right out of your slippers. This piece was published in Sea & Cedar magazine.
Talking to ravens and feeling alone shape this piece marking the three year anniversary of our move home. It was recently published in Sea & Cedar magazine.
