Sep 2016
V
morning
falling water
bench beside
red berries
green ferns
every which way
leaning waterward
crisp air still
morning
VI
mirror trees
sun hard
burning off the clouds
resting still
hanging upon hills
hiding mountains
above
in the blue
VII
the ring lies far out
in the light bright water
here sea exhausted stretches
into the tired land Rocks
variously coloured hold
patterning against the drift
and **** rank under the sun
(at Camusfearna)
VIII
hardly daring to describe this scene
of clouds resting as stilled waves
on a barely moving sea
the pen is afraid to mark
this wonder on the ****** page
IX
a lake of sea
taking its blueness
into the distant hills
to where watching
in the early morning
these hills became
a blue blur
cushioned by clouds
X
in the foreground
rocks reach out
prolonged under
water: a reef
small birds float
like toy boats
against the shore
lapping the pebbles
to and fro
the sea rules
shifts moves
in its blueness
against the sharp
clarity of land
morning
falling water
bench beside
red berries
green ferns
every which way
leaning waterward
crisp air still
morning
VI
mirror trees
sun hard
burning off the clouds
resting still
hanging upon hills
hiding mountains
above
in the blue
VII
the ring lies far out
in the light bright water
here sea exhausted stretches
into the tired land Rocks
variously coloured hold
patterning against the drift
and **** rank under the sun
(at Camusfearna)
VIII
hardly daring to describe this scene
of clouds resting as stilled waves
on a barely moving sea
the pen is afraid to mark
this wonder on the ****** page
IX
a lake of sea
taking its blueness
into the distant hills
to where watching
in the early morning
these hills became
a blue blur
cushioned by clouds
X
in the foreground
rocks reach out
prolonged under
water: a reef
small birds float
like toy boats
against the shore
lapping the pebbles
to and fro
the sea rules
shifts moves
in its blueness
against the sharp
clarity of land
These poems are part of a collection of forty-five written during July and August 2016. Thirty-six of these poems were written in the Outer Hebrides on the islands of North and South Uist, and on Eriskay. They are site-specific, written on-the-fly en plain air. They sit alongside drawings made in a pocket-size notebook; a response to what I’ve seen rather than what I’ve thought about or reflected upon. Some tell miniature stories that stretch things seen a little further - with imagination’s miracle. They take a line of looking for a walk in words.
(Wakefield, UK)
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