Lions on the beach

Reeling into the wind, staggering along the beach like ancient mariners tossed onto a distant shore, our progress erratic as storm tossed debris. As dark squalls spin across the horizon heads withdraw, sheltering in gore-tex carapaces. Eyes narrowed by reflected diamond light salt stinging tears funnell down furrowed cheeks. Cries of wonder are carried beyond… Continue reading Lions on the beach

Time Travelling

Moving through the night Running from the grand ennui (Cole Porter 1934, Michael Nesmith 1971) The himalaya of ironing is behind closed doors, the spice jars are vibrating and chuntering with neglect, the soup pan is slumbering and the computer is consigned to the darkness for daring to suggest that I have writers' block. Another… Continue reading Time Travelling

National Poetry Day, Outer Hebrides

Waiting for the Tide of Inspiration syllables dancing in the spray words rolling in grains of sand antonyms hiding in fronds of kelp synonyms twisted in shining alginates will the wind release the rhymes sonnets to soar above the waves or leave them tangled in flotsam poetic debris, drowned doggerel

Be what you would seem to be

Never imagine yourself not to be otherwise than what it might appear to others that what you were or might have been was not otherwise than what you had been would have appeared to them to be otherwise. - Lewis Carroll I have been musing about writing the anniversary blog for a while but eventually… Continue reading Be what you would seem to be