Poem: The Mask of Solway

As mentioned previously on loveofscotland, the tide of the Solway spooks me. It has been used to murder religious martyrs, and the creepin', silent tide is dangerous to those who do not have their wits about them. Take care if you ever venture onto the endless horizons of the sands of Solway.

Empty the beach of all but birds
where drownings lurk at zombie pace.
This tide is read, but not its mind
so flee the slipping land's stripp'd race
for death expands, unwatched alone,
                          engulfing solid sands.
Solway is a Möbius strip
Uncoiled in watery bands.