Lichen Circles - by
sky blue all blue
and a heat haze
right along the coast of Mull
seashore
Air Tràigh Bhostaidh - by
Air mo làimh chlì
/ tha tobhta;
/ air mo làimh dheis muir a’ gluasad.
/
/ Tha ’ghainmheach bhàn a’ sìneadh
/ fo mo leth-thaobh ’s mi air…
Southern Cross - by
For James K Baxter
/
/ last day of summer
/ so they said on shore,
/ waves pounding gravel
/ gather dry drift
/ kauri Caledonian
/ washed up pine
/ to beach fire…
The Fairies - by
Up the airy mountain,
/ Down the rushy glen,
/ We daren’t go a-hunting
/ For fear of little men;
/ Wee…
Beachcomber - by
Sunday, for fear of the elders,
I sit on my bum.
What’s heaven? A sea chest with a thousand gold coins.
The Smoky Smirr o Rain - by
A misty mornin’ doon the shore wi a hushed an’ caller air,
/ an’ ne’er a breath frae East or West…
Brekken Beach, Nort Yell - by
A mile aff we catch a glisk
/ o Brekken beach: webbed
/ atween headlands, a glansin arc
/ o ancient shalls
/ sun sillered.
/
/ Waves aff Arctic floes
/ bank…
Above Dover Beach - by
Behind convolvulus and seeding grass
/ we park.
/ We see not one scuff or rip on the Strait
/ to show
/ two thousand years and more…
Poem - by
I walk at the land’s edge,
/ turning in my mind
/ a private predicament.
/ Today the sea is indigo.
/ Thirty years an adult –
/ same mind,…