Tantalising glimpses
from the swirling mist
coming and going
with the shrouds of fog
The Atlantic is back
drawing a blanket
of mild dampness
over our isles
Your voice haunts me
evoking the spirit
of these magic
corners of the Hebrides
The sun glances
through the midday murk
warming the humid air
as it carries you to me
Winter recedes
A blanket of cloud
is drawn across the sky
to just block out
the sun for today
The tide is out
the rocks protrude
the link is postponed
until the water returns
To the south
the sun still shines
if not actually
in the sky
The bees now buzz
over the bare machair
chased by the playful
and the newly appeared
Nights will be warmer
as winter recedes
the lambs will now soon come
lured by your voice
is drawn across the sky
to just block out
the sun for today
The tide is out
the rocks protrude
the link is postponed
until the water returns
To the south
the sun still shines
if not actually
in the sky
The bees now buzz
over the bare machair
chased by the playful
and the newly appeared
Nights will be warmer
as winter recedes
the lambs will now soon come
lured by your voice
In the sun
A haunting voice
A golden smile
Quick at the
turn of a word
On the edge
of the west
in the house
of the garden
Where mousers
chase voles
in the grass
not to become more
Will my feline friends
of years gone by,
those found along the road
of this old town
Will my music
and words
bring out
the sun?
A golden smile
Quick at the
turn of a word
On the edge
of the west
in the house
of the garden
Where mousers
chase voles
in the grass
not to become more
Will my feline friends
of years gone by,
those found along the road
of this old town
Will my music
and words
bring out
the sun?
Sparrow - hawk
A sunny day
A flutter of tiny wings
Squabbling over
some seeds
Sunning themselves
In the safety
of the high hedge
in the winter sun
Rapid wings
cruel talons
snapped one
little life away
A flutter of tiny wings
Squabbling over
some seeds
Sunning themselves
In the safety
of the high hedge
in the winter sun
Rapid wings
cruel talons
snapped one
little life away
The sea gives
The sea gives
the sea takes
For its bounty
a price is paid
Those going out
on the watery main
making a living
from the deep
Knowing full well
the danger that
lurks
in the waves
It may strike
without warning
but never
unforeseen
The price was paid
once more this week
The sea gives
The sea takes
the sea takes
For its bounty
a price is paid
Those going out
on the watery main
making a living
from the deep
Knowing full well
the danger that
lurks
in the waves
It may strike
without warning
but never
unforeseen
The price was paid
once more this week
The sea gives
The sea takes
The island of heather
A sea of brown
undulates
to the horizon
A low sun
highlights
the green wavelets
Dark looms
from afar
another shore
A shore
over land
a boundary
A ribbon of blue
bisects the ocean
in land
Plenty of water
but not
as one
Not until
it all flows
down to the sea
A sea of brown
the island
of heather
undulates
to the horizon
A low sun
highlights
the green wavelets
Dark looms
from afar
another shore
A shore
over land
a boundary
A ribbon of blue
bisects the ocean
in land
Plenty of water
but not
as one
Not until
it all flows
down to the sea
A sea of brown
the island
of heather
Holm Point
A single
white line
feathering out
in the distance
Leads south
to an airport
way beyond
our coasts
The sun paints
a blinding line
across the surface
of the waveless sea
The Minch nibbles
at our shores
like a faithful dog
at the door
The old bronze spike
hides the reef
and stands guard
over Iolaire's grave
That night was wild
The reef invisible
The waves too powerful
The shore too high and steep
But beguiling as today
at Holm Point it was
the echo and the memory
of that night of sorrow
haunts the shores
where the memorial stands
where over two hundred were lost
whom no one will forget
white line
feathering out
in the distance
Leads south
to an airport
way beyond
our coasts
The sun paints
a blinding line
across the surface
of the waveless sea
The Minch nibbles
at our shores
like a faithful dog
at the door
The old bronze spike
hides the reef
and stands guard
over Iolaire's grave
That night was wild
The reef invisible
The waves too powerful
The shore too high and steep
But beguiling as today
at Holm Point it was
the echo and the memory
of that night of sorrow
haunts the shores
where the memorial stands
where over two hundred were lost
whom no one will forget
Winter winds
Marching steadily north
short lines of
dark wavelets
running up the sea
Strong winds
unperturbed
by anything
in their path
Blowing straight
through you
and out
the other side
Not bothering
to go round
to left
or right
Clouds blown
away as is
the mist and murk
of recent days
Winter is not gone
it's taunting us
with bright sunshine
but bitter winds
Spring is teasing us
from a month away
giving us lambs
in colourless fields
Don't be fooled
we ain't there yet
Orion still graces
the night sky
And until the Hunter
disappears
with his faithful
hounds in tow
Until we reach
Beltane
when winter's hold
is finally broken
short lines of
dark wavelets
running up the sea
Strong winds
unperturbed
by anything
in their path
Blowing straight
through you
and out
the other side
Not bothering
to go round
to left
or right
Clouds blown
away as is
the mist and murk
of recent days
Winter is not gone
it's taunting us
with bright sunshine
but bitter winds
Spring is teasing us
from a month away
giving us lambs
in colourless fields
Don't be fooled
we ain't there yet
Orion still graces
the night sky
And until the Hunter
disappears
with his faithful
hounds in tow
Until we reach
Beltane
when winter's hold
is finally broken
Changing hues
Never a dull moment
however dull the weather
hues of grey
dictated by distance
No colours
just mist
the dark winter hues
of brown of green
Obscured by
Hebridean drizzle
Russet remnants
of bracken on the hills
Hey what's this?
Aeolius turning the switch
chasing the clouds
to above the hills
Clarity returns
the spectrum of colour
widens to normal
Visibility restored
however dull the weather
hues of grey
dictated by distance
No colours
just mist
the dark winter hues
of brown of green
Obscured by
Hebridean drizzle
Russet remnants
of bracken on the hills
Hey what's this?
Aeolius turning the switch
chasing the clouds
to above the hills
Clarity returns
the spectrum of colour
widens to normal
Visibility restored
Spring is coming
Once more the tide falls low
collecting shellfish
where boats
sailed earlier
The afternoons now light
the mornings drawing out
the first lamb appears
and the buds now swell
The snow still falls
in the higher places
Can it be true
Is winter's end nigh
Well some way yet to go
Another six weeks
And days will be
as long as nights again
The cold winds will taunt us
but with our eyes firmly fixed
on the southern horizon
spring is now within our grasp
collecting shellfish
where boats
sailed earlier
The afternoons now light
the mornings drawing out
the first lamb appears
and the buds now swell
The snow still falls
in the higher places
Can it be true
Is winter's end nigh
Well some way yet to go
Another six weeks
And days will be
as long as nights again
The cold winds will taunt us
but with our eyes firmly fixed
on the southern horizon
spring is now within our grasp
A lazy cloud
Saturday morning
it's been a hard week
lots of scudding about
lots of rain has been dumped
Having a lie in
The wind is late this morning
So am draping down over the hills
right down to sealevel
Yawn
Let's not do anything today
Just sit over this harbour
Swaddle the airport
Nothing can move
Nothing can be seen
Tease them down below
Lift for a while
Come back down
Can't see a thing
Dense fog
We're in a lazy cloud today
it's been a hard week
lots of scudding about
lots of rain has been dumped
Having a lie in
The wind is late this morning
So am draping down over the hills
right down to sealevel
Yawn
Let's not do anything today
Just sit over this harbour
Swaddle the airport
Nothing can move
Nothing can be seen
Tease them down below
Lift for a while
Come back down
Can't see a thing
Dense fog
We're in a lazy cloud today
Up or down
Is up down
or down up
No way to tell
windless day
The houses march
but are they up
or down
along the street
The boat on the quay
is it down
or rather up
no ripple to tell tales
The distant hills
rising up
or bowing down
Fata morgana
Hush
a breath of wind
a boat's wake
Now you can tell
or down up
No way to tell
windless day
The houses march
but are they up
or down
along the street
The boat on the quay
is it down
or rather up
no ripple to tell tales
The distant hills
rising up
or bowing down
Fata morgana
Hush
a breath of wind
a boat's wake
Now you can tell
The day is a lighthouse
The day is a lighthouse
with a slow aspect
operating in intervals of minutes
rather than seconds
Hail turning to snow
propelled by the Atlantic gale
visibility nil
face iceblasted
Angry riders
marching up the harbour
fifty foot waves
slamming into the cliffs
Out comes the sun
flashes up the buildings
the caps on the waves
the wall of grey beyond
The wall of grey to the west
marching in from Canada
completes the cycle
The day is a lighthouse
with a slow aspect
operating in intervals of minutes
rather than seconds
Hail turning to snow
propelled by the Atlantic gale
visibility nil
face iceblasted
Angry riders
marching up the harbour
fifty foot waves
slamming into the cliffs
Out comes the sun
flashes up the buildings
the caps on the waves
the wall of grey beyond
The wall of grey to the west
marching in from Canada
completes the cycle
The day is a lighthouse
Storm warning
Slowly the light fades
the rain patters on the window
grey all the way round
the wind veers southwest
Calm before the storm
the last ferry ventures out
carrying passengers
from all the islands
The double black and red
will soon fly
over our little town
as winds rise in the night
Hunker down
batten down the hatches
secure everything that's loose
and hold fast...
the rain patters on the window
grey all the way round
the wind veers southwest
Calm before the storm
the last ferry ventures out
carrying passengers
from all the islands
The double black and red
will soon fly
over our little town
as winds rise in the night
Hunker down
batten down the hatches
secure everything that's loose
and hold fast...
Winter night
The decrescent moon rides high
in the night sky
Stealthily
the cold creeps down
The wet streets twinkle
frozen
ice covers pavements
careful, you'll slip
The moon's obscured
Lights become fuzzed
indeterminate shapes
swirl around
A distant reflection
on the sea nearby
the moon's back out
something has changed
A blanket of white covers
the streets,
pavements
and houses
Keeping us warm
in the night
nothing stirs abroad
the town sleeps
in the night sky
Stealthily
the cold creeps down
The wet streets twinkle
frozen
ice covers pavements
careful, you'll slip
The moon's obscured
Lights become fuzzed
indeterminate shapes
swirl around
A distant reflection
on the sea nearby
the moon's back out
something has changed
A blanket of white covers
the streets,
pavements
and houses
Keeping us warm
in the night
nothing stirs abroad
the town sleeps
The Sunken Cathedral
The grey waves undulate
across the sea
The light of day fades
into the west
Silence reigns
but hark
what's that sound
what's that glow
Listen out
a bell rings
where from
below the sea?
The light grows
the sound increases
until emerging from the deep
it stands before us
Lights blazing
from its many windows
Its bells pealing forth
in unmitigated joy
The Sunken Cathedral
in all its former glory
Risen from the waters
lapping at its door
But look east
a pencil strip of red
The cathedral starts
to fade
Its lights dim
the bells grow distant
as dawn approaches
the edifice recedes
Until nothing remains
above the waters
to remind us of what was
there not long ago
Listen carefully
as the sun rises
over the endless waters
A lone bell tolls
Far below the waves
Mourning the passing
of what once was
and is now
The Sunken Cathedral
[Inspired by Claude Debussy's tone poem "La Cathedral Engloutie"]
across the sea
The light of day fades
into the west
Silence reigns
but hark
what's that sound
what's that glow
Listen out
a bell rings
where from
below the sea?
The light grows
the sound increases
until emerging from the deep
it stands before us
Lights blazing
from its many windows
Its bells pealing forth
in unmitigated joy
The Sunken Cathedral
in all its former glory
Risen from the waters
lapping at its door
But look east
a pencil strip of red
The cathedral starts
to fade
Its lights dim
the bells grow distant
as dawn approaches
the edifice recedes
Until nothing remains
above the waters
to remind us of what was
there not long ago
Listen carefully
as the sun rises
over the endless waters
A lone bell tolls
Far below the waves
Mourning the passing
of what once was
and is now
The Sunken Cathedral
[Inspired by Claude Debussy's tone poem "La Cathedral Engloutie"]
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