some poem, quoted in Akros, volume 11, issues 31-33 (1976), page 63:
for it basically consists of brief descriptions of two particular situations in which the poet: ". . . heard the sea-maws skirl and skeen / Like sclate-pens scraichan owre a slcate." And: ". . . saw the spoor o pad and claw / Like ink on paper mirkened there."
Les Aveugles, quoted in Chapman, issues 19-21 (1977), page 28:
See them, my spreit. Thae folk o gaistly mien,
Like scarecraws, comic craturs as they wanner
Kenspeckle, fearsome, vaigers in dream dauner,
Castin, ane kensna whaur their mirkened een.
Thae een whaur umwhile spunks hae tint their gleam.
Then, in the mirkening of a summer night, the watchful Fair Isle men once more sighted a flotilla. They were dangerously near the Isle when they were seen, and coming fast, but the gallant islanders made a desperate attempt to get the tidings […]
1947, Maurice Lindsay, Fred Urquhart, No Scottish twilight: new Scottish short stories, page 44:
Four years had passed since I last came to Croagalie in the mirkening of a hairst evening; four years spent — in the words of our old minister — in seeing "the works of the Lord and His wonders in the deep." Works of the devil, rather, […]
2014, Marsali Taylor, The Trowie Mound Murders→ISBN
'Moving up and down the hill ida mirkening,' Magnie said. 'I couldn't sleep, so instead o'taking them tablets, I went for a walk up over the hill.' He slanted a quick, intelligent look at Gavin. He wasn't going to help the police, exactly, but he didn't mind passing on information he thought they should know.
