Scenes and Legends

It's 1856
And Stevenson is six years old,
Absorbed in eerie Highland tales
On Christmas Eve.

Nearby, Miller in his study
Collapses on a cryptic note -
'A fearful dream... 
I  must have walked.'

Exhaustion in a book-lined room -
A loaded pistol.  Surging
Shadows in the firelight;
A hairy-knuckled hand.

One last walk, wave-lashed
Along the harbour wall.
Red coals erupt in rain
From the lava crust -

Adrift in primeval mind,
But outwardly respectable,
He must have walked.