It was an expressive silence
One of my next poems will be on Dickson’s Close, Edinburgh. It will be narrated by a paperboy [when I was young I used to deliver the Edinburgh Evening News].What … Continue reading It was an expressive silence
Tag: Peter’s poems
Landscapes held us
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 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 temple at the end of that Douglas fir tree … 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!