Down the line.

Poetry

WHINGING AND MOANING

Don’t you just hate it when You are stuck in a jam on the M6, swapping lanes, crawling forward (The grey rain beating down hard) Don’t you hate it? Don’t you just hate it when

WAITING

He’s behind the hot dog stall frozen to the bone. Eyes unfocused and beyond reason. Belonging nowhere and pulling the blanket tighter. A rake rough cough and Gimme your change Mister

Breakdown

Shivering, DARK DOG howls at injustice. Cold, wet, defiant he knows he did not hurt her. Fangs withdrawn but dripping blood he does not see. Alone he howls to some distant star.

Cader Idris

I have a photo that shows what it was like. Me with Mexican moustache and dad still young. Up there on the mountain in that small, black and white frame. I am much younger and we are not

THE 17.30 LEAVING PLATFORM 2…

Ever been on a train journey from Edinburgh to Kings Cross? Was it like this?

I AM THE WICKERMAN

There’s not many men left who still have the skill to shape my absolute form. My creator, crafting in wood sculpture worked for months to make me complete.

Spring in Little Assynt Wood, Sutherland

The music of this place; cuckoos and skylarks in conversation with the trees. Midges dance with glee at the sound and tree limbs wave in agreement with the wind.
Cherry

Henry's Cellar

Smooth as gravel voice sucked from her soul hitting the notes that make me shiver. All at once we’re in a cloud Horn, sax - mighty sound they deliver. Henry’s cellar hot and loud

DREAD ZONE

Have you ever seen Dread Zone perform? If you get the chance, take it. I saw them at the Wickerman festival.

The Path to Port Patrick

I’m tired of drinking in the usual way I think that I'll drink with my eyes open today Drinking in beauty on the edge of the lawn Sipping in seagulls just before dawn Letting sensations

My Big Sister

Bee hive hair do Short mini skirt Thick black mascara shiny, pointy shoes Excitement on Friday night Girls in threes and twos Boys in winkle pickers Brylcream, Elvis hair do’s

Walking through the Snow

Footfalls stepping In the snow ‘Cross a white field Moon light glow Leave my mark there Virgin snow Silent wonder Years ago Special feeling Winter show Softly soaking Crunchy flow

Sitting on the Fence

Who's a pretty boy then?

TIBET

Written after a visit to Tibet in 2001

WALKING BY THE INVER

The Inver meets the sea at Lochinver, Sutherland

Inspiration Point - Fountain Pens and cups of tea.

FOUNTAIN PENS AND POTS OF TEA Fountain pens and pots of tea Sipping with a passion Felt caps and nick nacks Elegance and fashion China cups and saucers Dainty little cakes