Busy working on a massive triptych of a poem "Meditations on Pain" (working title), inspired by the Penpont bestseller, 'Transcriptions from Old Dalgarnock Graveyard' . So in the meantime, here's a lot of pictures and not much poem.







A Clear Day
I walked awhile with death.
Today, glass shards glint
from the mud puddles;
wheel ruts, Lilliputian Andes.
The shadows are sharp and long
and brilliant white
and delight in frost.
There is a saltire sky
over the sandstone kirk:
I should like
one more day
such as this.
such as this.
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