Creana Bosac

Spirit of the Loch

They gather with laughter, as birds 

in bright plumage: t-shirts, flip-flops,  

denim shorts, one girl in a pink 

bikini top, the boys loud, brash, 

lighting portable barbeques. 

And after, the land is stippled 

with cans of shining sharp metal, 

incongruous in swaying grass, 

and a scatter of food, plastic, 

a broken chair, sprouts from brown earth:

detritus of the delusion 

that some attendant, some assumed, 

unseen spirit of the loch will,  

in discrete customer service, 

reinstate the wild.

First published in Briefly Zine, Issue 7: Climate Emergency, December 2021. Available at

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