All the sky

The sky belongs to us all. If this is a poem let it end here.

Take me to the river

Take me to the river mid-thought mid-dash. No need to find a crossing As my love for you needs neither ford nor bridge. Take me to the river, mid-thought mid-dash.

‘All the sky’s silences; its dialects’

A series of poems written in the Bridge of Cally Hotel, Tuesday 2nd August 2022. Inspired by the rivers and bridges of Perthshire. An equal source of inspiration was the … Continue reading ‘All the sky’s silences; its dialects’

This was NOT news

I am not long home after a wee adventure North. My 63 year-old Land Rover did braw! I travelled North to visit a bridge: the suspension bridge ower the river … Continue reading This was NOT news