Magritte Macphail - by
It is a union that suggests the essential mystery of the world.
/ Art for me is not an end in…
Place: Highlands & Islands
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…
The Coast of Widows - by
A broken necklace of crofts
/ strewn across the sandstone floor
/ of the north Caithness coast
/ these sea-beat parishes where the fields
/ are…
Wester Ross - by
Stone and rock
/ Boulder and pebble,
/ Water and stone,
/ Heather and stone,
/ Heather and water
/ And the bog cotton that is not for weaving.
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/ Peats uncut
/ And…
from Lochaber for Ever - by
In all thy moods I love thee,
/ In sunshine and in storm;
/ Lochaber of the towering bens,
/ …
Nettles - by
O sad for me Glen Aora,
/ Where I have friends no more,
/ For lowly lie the rafters,
/ …
Favourite Place - by
We would be snaking up Loch Lomond, the
/ road narrow and winding after the turn at Tarbert,
/ and we’d be bending branches…
Summit of Corrie Etchachan - by
But in the climbing ecstasy of thought,
/ Ere consummation, ere the final peak,
/ Come hours like this. Behind, the long defile,
/ The steep…