Will Vigar

a writer of sorts

Tromsdalen

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There was a time when a small shack,

– unused in decades – stood here, shaking

under a barrage of wind and hail;

 

door barely hanging on by it’s friable

rust devoured hinges; charged

with the reek of leaf mould

 

and rotting hare. So moved by

the desolation I vowed to spend

my retirement ekeing out a living

 

in the renovated bothy, content beneath

my hanging valley, to watch the nearby

island county shine in winter duskfall.

 

 

 

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