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StorySudden Snow Rhiannonw1311 years 10 months ago

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South Sutor

A sleeping giant, the headland rests Heavy on its side, water washing its head. Over the firth is its still brother, North Sutor, alike in dignity and history.

The Rotten Teeth of the Plough

Worrying the earth, tearing at the terre, New hope for the harvest born of pain As punitive steel bites the soft crust, Stripping away the living green, Fallow no longer.

Walking With The Sunset

Blood of the brilliant day foregone Spilt in wet widening shadow, The mark of barbed wire fences growing long Scratching the surface of dung-filled meadows.

Dandelion

Bright yellow flower to be found By the foot of the mourning stone: Almost an affront to be that colour, As a clown at a funeral, Hamlet’s gravedigger in jest.

An Teallach: "the Anvil"

Focus of our lifeline, the mouth of heritage, Winds blustering past its one great height Cannot put the lie to its monstrous head, The crowning glory past the Five Sisters.

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