You clamour at my retina, a cascade / of cartwheels, demanding paint / from my palette
Scotland small? Our multiform, our infinite Scotland small?
/ Only as a patch of hillside may be a cliché corner
/ To a fool…
An ancient woman, who has lived all seasons,
/ wanders the earth gathering camomile.
/ Each flower in her apron is a star,
/ her apron…
yellow sea-cabbage …
‘Existing floras exhibit only one moment in the history of the earth’s vegetation.’
/ Sir William Turner Thiselton-Dyer: ‘Plant Distribution’.
for and after Gael Turnbull. 3 July 2004
/ The garlic bulbs burst
/ bolt to attention
/ gone to seed-blossoms
/ long stems rise upwards
/ twirl and curl…