a book of water - by
Handbound volume
water
The Nightfishing - by
Way down in the warm blue crevasse
of night its fishing commences
Headland - by
Waxy sporadic grass knitting the sand…A loudspeaker on a car proceeds slowly up the far quayand a wedge of sandpipers lifts in fright from the shore:The circus king is back for one last stand!Last performance of the season – tonight!His old gardening jacket hangs like a phantom behind the doorI have a febrile energy for […]
Seastairway - by
sea-troughs~sea-tombs~seawalls
“One Renfrewshire Man To Another” - by
To articulate clearly what is difficult to say / I shall transmit this by a beam from a lighthouse
Headland - by
A loudspeaker on a car proceeds slowly up the far quay
W*nd - by
Weather from elsewhere / becomes ours.
Last dip of the year - by
Her body was as shy as berries when she stepped
/ as neatly as a hind out of the bush
/ she had unrobed…
Sonnet - by
Here even the valley of the shadow of death / has taken upon itself the mantle of beauty.
The Whale-watcher - by
And when at last the road
/ gives out, I’ll walk –
/ harsh grass, sea-maws,
/ lichen-crusted bedrock –
/
/ and hole up the cold
/ summer…
What Is the Pond Doing? - by
(for Ruairidh, who asked)
/
/ Wobbling like a wobbly jelly
/ Being a bucket for the rain
/ Sending flash-backs to the sun
/ Cheeking the sky
/ Giving the…
Privid - by
The unreal image doubles and the steps
/ in the dense sunlight are carried by darker tones.