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- A Short Love Poem
- Another Short Love Poem
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- On a Skye Littoral (sequence)
- A Short Journey
- Lamb: Stillborn
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On A Skye Littoral
Elgol
Across the Loch,
Sgurr Alasdair.
sharktooth – black;
with the arrogance of youth
he challenges the sky.Kilmore
Greymergesgrey
calm sea
swells
falls –
earth breathing –
white flashes as
terns dive.Ferindonald
From a rocky shore I see
rough hands lift crails
as the boat dances to the beat
of the Sound’s pounding margin.
not for this beach the lilo,
the deckchair ...
just the frozen fingers
of a local shell fisherman.
Ardvasar
past midnight –
there have been darker days –
we walk on a road,
between
Sound & trees,
edged with gorse
& rhododendron. the
air is alive with the smell
of wild garlic –
we talk of an open world –
overhead
a hawk flies north.
Above Applecross
I could touch Skye; Raasay.
to the south: Rum, Eigg even Coll.
further west Lewis, Uist.
they were there,
I could feel them.
I could feel them through the mist.
