Tor
Having had a marvellous time in Scotland (just before the operation) I wanted to come home and write lots of bucolic poetry about the wonderful scenery I had witnessed. This … Continue reading
Miserable Tinsel
Dusk plummets with the grace of scissored marionettes disgorging phantom garlands from seeping notchwort across belties and gullies. Without the moon the vale, is festooned with the most miserable of … Continue reading
Felix and Fingal
Hauled through dreich and spindrift, stomach queered by seekrankheit he gives thanks as he moors to the tuff and – learning how to walk on land again – takes in … Continue reading
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
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
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
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
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
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