Will Vigar

a writer of sorts

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 … Continue reading

June 8, 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

April 6, 2020 · Leave a comment

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

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

Ullapool – Remembrance Sunday 2019 (Hebrides)

i.   An unexpected crunching woke me. Footsteps on gravel; a faint gruffling as something brushed against the chalet door; a light clack   -and-scrape against the mullions. Contented grunts … Continue reading

December 8, 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

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

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

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

March 29, 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

January 14, 2019 · Leave a comment