Will Vigar

poet. writer. imposter.

Tag Archives: environment

Haunted When the Minutes Drag 7

Recovery narratives rely on good behaviour from time. This happened, then that happened, and eventually things improved. The story moves forward. The arc resolves. Everyone applauds politely and goes home … Continue reading

27/04/2026 · Leave a comment

Vikingr

I took part in a conference at The University of Portsmouth called “Mapping – Uncharted Territory.” My video piece contained three of the poems from my Shipping Forecast project – … Continue reading

09/06/2020 · Leave a comment

England Underground

Like any other day, the sun rose not caring that the earth would steal its light, holding onto it like like a frenzied mother smothering her child. Not caring that … Continue reading

08/06/2020 · Leave a comment

Silver Lining (Obligatory Covid 19 Poem)

  Listen.  The directionless monoxide retch of engines – quarrelling in sick arteries has quieted.   Listen as animals call from traffic islands, twitchels and premium wasteland – unsure of … Continue reading

06/04/2020 · Leave a comment

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

22/01/2020 · 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

27/08/2019 · Leave a comment

Nairn

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

10/04/2019 · 6 Comments

Tickets Please, Mr Auden

It wasn’t the Savile taint of the Age of the Train or the jaw dropping sexism of travelling like the men do, but the efficiency of engines that killed the … Continue reading

29/03/2019 · Leave a comment

Hallsands (Plymouth)

In The London we’d talk of the Skerries, the herring and lobster, the Channel bluster stealing Ma Jones’ dizzy bells from the line –     and other important fripperies … Continue reading

14/01/2019 · Leave a comment

Bailey Bank

No Bailey takes us from mainland and over the Faeroes to open seas above Rosemary Seamount Crater that gapes, dormant but screaming, as she is force fed distressed ships and … Continue reading

04/12/2018 · Leave a comment