Landscapes held them
Filmed at Crichope Linn and Gilchristland: To play this short film please click here or on the image above. Music credit: Take Me I’m Yours – an acoustic cover by … Continue reading Landscapes held them
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Landscapes Held Us
A poem about inscriptions carved into the sandstone of Crichope Linn. LANDSCAPES HELD US ‘Antiquary’ since childhood I ‘began’ in a churchyard That had no church. Aged seven years asked … Continue reading Landscapes Held Us
Priesthope
I have no religion, but I needed to find your grave, and to chalk a coloured heart on your now ruined home. Marion, there is love in hope. In remembering … Continue reading Priesthope
Glenburn
With Big Ted I visited yet another ruin! We passed Glenburn on the way, the past and the future, at once together. I met Sian at Glenburn [Woodend hospital], in … Continue reading Glenburn
PLAYFAIR
Temples are mausolea, mortality and beauty can live together. Boat o’Brig toll house. I was a mausoleum, You, the temple. Playfair, your temple At the end of that Douglas fir … Continue reading PLAYFAIR
Living Poems
To live a life in poems You need not be a poet! Just feel and turn that into Art [You asked me what I used those different coloured chalks for?]
H O R I Z O N S
I visit lost places to disappear like a dot on the horizon. always a marginal figure From Dryden to Aldbar, the merest dot in the distance. In my creativity I … Continue reading H O R I Z O N S
I cannot feel without feeling time
Do you remember how you felt that Friday afternoon as school summer holidays began!
The hands of an artist
Making notes ahead of an adventure – hands left polka-dot, felt pen, coloured. Off on a wee adventure – where my only faith is in the idea. Kirnie Law, that … Continue reading The hands of an artist