Will Vigar

poet. writer. imposter.

Ardnamurchan: The Distance Between Us.

And so, after half  a century, I finally make it back to Ardnamurchan. It is both a moment of triumph and a moment of disappointment. Part of the disappointment is … Continue reading

March 20, 2025 · 2 Comments

Firefrost and Fundindelve – Travels around Alderley Edge (Part One)

i. Firefrost and Fundindelve The Weirdstone of Brisingamen, Alan Garner’s 1960 novel has had me entirely in thrall for almost 50 years. It is a timeless tale of good versus … Continue reading

February 3, 2025 · Leave a comment

A Psalm of Stone – Travels around Avebury (Part Two)

7  The lack of stones, the absence of carvings made Avebury feel somehow ‘less’. Not being able to see the sites that thrilled me as a child was a deep … Continue reading

February 1, 2025 · Leave a comment

Ardnamurchan

i -1968 When I was four years old, we went on holiday with to the exotic sounding Ardnamurchan Point on the west coast of Scotland. I remember leaving home in the … Continue reading

January 29, 2025 · 2 Comments

Pulsar

This poem is inspired by a visit to Jodrell Bank Observatory and specifically a sound file of pulsars ‘singing’ on this page. I’m sort of tallying singing pulsars with Dr John … Continue reading

March 25, 2020 · Leave a comment

James VI vs The Metatron

The tiny island of Inchkeith, near Burntisland, off the east coast of Scotland  is home to a story where King James VI exiled a woman with her two infant sons … Continue reading

February 1, 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

January 22, 2020 · 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

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