CSI - by
A dyke like her who’s been around the block
/ a bit has heard it all before. Volcano, somewhere
/ near the Tropics, unexpectedly…
geology
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…
Dander round the loch with Henry Raeburn and James Hutton - by
Mother, I think / it’s come at last: / my skating minister vocation. …
To Ailsa Rock - by
How long is’t since the mighty Power bid
Thee heave to airy sleep from fathom dreams
Slate - by
There is no beginning. We saw Lewis
/ laid down, when there was not much but thunder
/ and volcanic fires; watched long seas…
Real Presence - by
Clear as the endless ecstasy of stars
/ That mount for ever on an intense air;
/ …
The Hill Burns - by
So without sediment
/ Run the clear burns of my country,
/ Fiercely pure,
/ Transparent as light
/ Gathered into its own unity,
/ Lucent and without colour;
/ Or green,
/ Like…
Seer - by
for John Ruskin
/
/ “and through those eyes
/ now filled with dust,
/ the light of nature”
/
/ One
/
/ Pacing on the high walk
/ we catch…
Cokkils - by
Doun through the sea
/ Continuallie
/ A rain o’ cokkils, shells
/ …
One Hand Clapping - by
Ice Diamonds spumed clouds from Dhalugiri’s summit.
/ Eighteen thousand feet below,
/ In sand-storm heat, between sandstone heights,
/ Among rounded pebbles, I found a…