Èistibh - by
Feuch an tigeadh guth
tron t-sàmhchair.
Place: Highlands & Islands
Hoy Sound - by
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Hoy Sound - by
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Prayer for My Father as a Child - by
In the house where he sleeps
let my ears
be the leaves at the window.
Strathconon - by
When you took the autumn to London
/ And left me to burrow into winter
/ I said they could pack up Strathconon
/ Box up…
Yesterday in Laggan - by
It was such a day
/ of sunshine wall to wall,
/ of heat haze and the year’s first frogs,
/ of blue hills stretching…
Magritte Macphail - by
It is a union that suggests the essential mystery of the world.
/ Art for me is not an end in…
Hard-Wearing Flowers - by
I love you because you love Harris tweed,
/ How it’s several times slumped into bankruptcy,
/ Business plans hauled back from the dead,
/ Only…
The House by the Sea, Eriskay - by
This is where the drowned climb to land.
For a single night when a boat goes down
soaked footprints line its cracked path
as inside they stand open mouthed at a fire
A Man In Assynt (extract) - by
Glaciers, grinding West, gouged out
/ these valleys, rasping the brown sandstone,
/ and left, on the hard rock below –
/ the ruffled…
Culbin Sands - by
Here lay a fair fat land;
/ But now its townships, kirks, graveyards
/ Beneath bald hills of sand
/ …
Stone - by
I
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/ A long peninsula of solid rock,
/ upholstered every year in threadbare green.
/ Stones everywhere, ambiguous and burgeoning.
/ In Sanna ramparts of them
/ march…