by Jacqui Woodward-Smith
“Bessie Millie sold favourable winds to visiting sea captains from her hovel on Brinkies Brae in eighteenth century Stromness...” ('Travellers', George MacKay Brown) On Brinkies Brae, tumble-stone ocean, Tips her head to listen deep Smells the sea spray, breathes her magic Silent spells her secrets keep And Bessie Millie sang the ocean Lured sailors with her siren call Strong woman with blood pulsing passion Sang love songs to the sea’s wild squall On Brinkies Brae, ordinary woman Weaves baskets with her salt-raw hands Kisses the spirit of the wild wind And reads the augurs of the sands And Bessie Millie sang the ocean Lured sailors with her siren call Strong woman with blood pulsing passion Sang love songs to the sea’s wild squall On Brinkies Brae they offer pennies Glint silver like moon on the sea Wild Bessie, lover of the storm clouds Would rather set the wild winds free But Bessie Millie sang the ocean Lured sailors with her siren call Strong woman with blood pulsing passion Sang love songs to the sea’s wild squall Few would mention Bessie Millie Few would look and few would see Strange incantations feared and offered To those who risk their lives at sea On Brinkies Brae, tumble stone ocean, old woman with a bird-bright eye Sea witch flying with the fulmar Soul soaring in the sea-spray sky ©Jacqueline Woodward-Smith, (22nd July 2007 – 24th June 2010) |