Category Archives: Travel

Arrowhead

Where is it the dead go? When I look at the moon or an aeroplane flying overhead I think of my artist brother in his white trousers and best distressed leather jacket heading off to some event better than any … Continue reading

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Solway

Galloway, Solway: glittering seas in the blaze of summer green lands low-lying tumbling bush and trees random Mandelbrot sequence peninsular as digits of a hand outstretched, upturned, open to the sky waiting for the great yellow ball of sun to … Continue reading

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Borders

Into the endless breeze-rippled sea of barley and wheat let me vanish with the unknowable hare and the deer who run alone hearts throbbing and the blind shrew who can never know night.

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Rain Town

  Rain on the attic roof tender footsteps of youth remembered and all the unconquered possibilities of immaculate Saturdays waiting in glistening wrapping my beloved city where the crowds ebb and flow on station platforms like the systole of a … Continue reading

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Architect

Go, when I am dead stand where I foresaw you would on garden steps to watch the light of dawn brighten the edge of a roof whose shape dipped or lifted to the sound of inner music which grew within … Continue reading

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Alexander ‘Greek’ Thomson (1817-1875)

Eternally set stages awaiting the divine their modest usher seeming still alive to stand at our shoulder and whisper in our ear of light, the ancient sacrament. To him every building a church house or office becoming temples consecrated by … Continue reading

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Visitant

One day but not the next who can guess the hour when a poem will come down from the hills like a solitary deer pelt red and aglow in the first light of dawn She always feels you watching returns … Continue reading

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