North Rona Island, Winter, 1685

the scravenging rats
tore at the dry bones, desperate

*And yes, scravenging is a perfectly cromulent word.

2 Responses to “North Rona Island, Winter, 1685”

  1. Kenny Lazarus Says:

    What a fascinating and macabre story. First the rats come and eat all the food so the people starve to death, then because of the lack of food, the rats all starve! To quote a song from our early days together; “I think that God has a sick sense of humour!”

  2. It is, isn’t it? I came across it doing some research and it stuck with me. I am so pleased my little poem inspired someone to look for the rest of the story.

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