Over Scotland
tilted into the shine
specked by black
keyhole islands
no
cloudshadows
sea-mauled edge, salt
bite of a bay, rime
of a town
puckers and long fissures
cooked scar tissue
tipp-exed with snow, roads
that might actually get somewhere
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
High On Clouds: Dublin / Reykjavik
Finally piercing it, the sphagnum-grey, heading for the sun's blue romper room
Over Scotland
tilted into the shine
specked by black
keyhole islands
no
cloudshadows
sea-mauled edge, salt
bite of a bay, rime
of a town
puckers and long fissures
cooked scar tissue
tipp-exed with snow, roads
that might actually get somewhere
Over Scotland
tilted into the shine
specked by black
keyhole islands
no
cloudshadows
sea-mauled edge, salt
bite of a bay, rime
of a town
puckers and long fissures
cooked scar tissue
tipp-exed with snow, roads
that might actually get somewhere
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2 comments:
The poem is a delight. I especially enjoyed:
sea-mauled edge, salt
bite of a bay, rime
of a town
thanks for that.
Thanks Dave. It's a long way from finished, notes for a poem really. But I had the images and wanted to give them a context. I may yield to further self-indulgence and post a later revision (there are already several) with different images.
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