Will Vigar

a writer of sorts

Bridge

Fat land, moss wadded, pushes against my feet, carrying me   to the bridge; held in the scent of warm brine and red fescue.   Swaddled by wind fingers, I … Continue reading

January 22, 2020 · Leave a comment

This is How It Ends

this is how it ends/ in a fluorescent sucker punch/ a crass museum of basics no longer affordable/ with fights breaking out among the yellow stickers/ trojan poverty rebranded as … Continue reading

January 17, 2020 · Leave a comment

The Night Before…

A War of the Worlds Prequel   “Have you packed every, dear?” “Yes, mum.” “You sure?” “I am.” “Heat ray?” “In my backpack” “Black smoke?” “Two canisters” “Passport?” “Mum… we’re … Continue reading

November 26, 2019 · 1 Comment

Dunnet Head (Fair Isle*)

In the tactile quiet, the whine of the nervous system drowns the black sea, north of Dunnet Head. A caged sound wash   on this fluid canvas – where aspic … Continue reading

November 23, 2019 · Leave a comment

Mine

One of probably three poems skirting around the story of the Shetland Bus and part of the Shipping Forecast Areas project – these will be part of Fair Isle, Viking … Continue reading

October 14, 2019 · 1 Comment

Ullapool – Remembrance Sunday 2019 (Hebrides)

1 The sun absent; the moon a papercut. Hibernal lowery. An unexpected crunching woke me. Footsteps on gravel. A faint gruffling noise as something brushed against the chalet door; a … Continue reading

October 1, 2019 · Leave a comment

Aurochs (Irish Sea)

Through the trees, a rum tang of brine encroaching; a brackish lick insinuates itself into a bed   of coarse reeds that wither with its saline sting. Aurochs sensing their time is … Continue reading

August 27, 2019 · Leave a comment

Oil and Algae

We tramped through narrow dew set paths lined with gorse, it’s barbed wire limbs waving warning trophies of rent clothing; a BMX, abandoned in the no man’s land of briar … Continue reading

April 22, 2019 · Leave a comment

Bullshit Detector

1983 and faux anarchic romanticism seduces me. Squatting for peace dreaming that the threat of Threads is gone and Barefoot Gen can sleep unhindered; ashen shadows confined to graffiti.   … Continue reading

April 13, 2019 · Leave a comment

Nairn Beach (Impressionist)

Saltwater seethes from the Black Isle to tease an endless beach; sea touching sky with a palette of blue green and haze grey. Rothko shimmers quickening the landscape   painting … Continue reading

April 10, 2019 · 4 Comments