Malcolm MacKerral - by
MacKerral, that was one hard winter.
Your father died on the moor road,
his bag of meal buried under snows.
Death relieved him of his load.
Argyll
Camas Tuath - by
Pink sand and sandpipers pink in the setting
/ sun and pink granite and the pink swirl
/ of green waves: no mediterranean relics
/ here,…
Moladh Beinn Dóbhrain (extract) - by
4. Siubhal
/
/ A’ bheinn luiseanach fhailleanach
/ Mheallanach lìontach,
/ Gun choimeas dh’ a fallaing
/ Air thalamh na Crìosdachd:
/
/ ‘S ro-neònach tha mise,…
Machrie Moor - by
We draw no conclusions:
/ we cannot read the stones,
/ the circles are broken.
/ We feel the wind,
/ see the tainted grass,
/ fear the young bulls
/ sheltering…
the island in September - by
yellow sea-cabbage …
Ile - by
Eadar Port Eilein agus ceann an rathaid
/ sìos dhan Oa
/ tha Eirinn cho teann ort
/ ’ s a tha thusa orm fhìn
/ ann an…
Riasg Buidhe - by
A visit to the island of Colonsay,
/ Inner Hebrides, April 1987
/
/ There are other lives we might lead, places we might get…
An Clamhan - by
Muile nam monaidheam farsaing
/ agus nam bailtean gun daoine;
/ an clamhan air chaithris ‘na rìoghachd
/ ag èisdeachd ri beul-aithris na gaoithe.
Ardpatrick - by
By the ferryman’s house at Ardpatrick
/ the rippled skin of water draws
/ cool winter yellow
/ from the reach of western sky.
/
/ Rough stones march
/ into…
Kilmartin Glen - by
I never saw the intricate connections
/ with quite this sunny clarity before,
/ such intimate revealing of relations
/ in brilliance, and at such an…
Dear Mr. Crichton Smith - by
Dear Mr. Crichton Smith,
/ how our languages mourn you.
/ Though the cottages on Kerrara Sound
/ are stoical in their grief
/ the lilt in the…
Lios Mhor - by
As strangers
/ we came to
/ the island of broch,
/ of Culdee haven, of
/ Norseman’s
/ lonely castle,
/ of the high
/ churchman’s
/ palace. But,
/ green isle in
/ Gaelic deep,
/ your
/ limestone
/ teeth were
/ pushed from
/ sea to…