As jets without the black box of memory Startle sheep in deserted glens the stone hunters stalk their various prey. Chaotic and recurrent as the tides incised patters swirl underneath them. The Pictish beast, that composite bird-fish-mammal, harbours a smile having already weathered eras and elements untraceable by radar. The rain-clouds gather above an unyielding sea. Wildflowers and seeding grasses rustle in anticipation of the next downpour.
Ken Cockburn works as a freelance writer, translator, editor and writing tutor, based in Edinburgh. His poetic practice often involves collaborators and other art forms, as in his 'Road North' project with Alec Finlay, a Scottish version of Basho's 18th-century journey in northern Japan.
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