Friendship is time itself
We met through your brother. I never met your brother, so this must be impossible. Friendship, is time itself.
Tag: Peter’s poems
temporary art
poems are coloured chalks bright, vivid colours, that no time can weather.
Destitution Road
Destitution Road Heading North – there is always a further North. Wandering, further and further from home, in nameless, numberless time. Destitution Road. Inverness Courier, 25 October 1849: Ordnance Survey … Continue reading Destitution Road
Spasm of the heart
Dundonnell You died aged sixteen: a ‘spasm’ of the heart. Your bones in a circular place inside an ancient beech plantation. Here, adding to the melody of bird song, I … Continue reading Spasm of the heart
Where, wave after wave
Slaggan Bay Big Ted was fed up with all the maps and notes – that I keep gathering. So, I promised him Slaggan Bay where, wave after wave would find … Continue reading Where, wave after wave
A sculpture on the theme of loss
The Dirlot Angel I travelled far North to finally meet you. Quietly to share my beautiful misunderstood sister. She once dazzled as did you. Today, lichen of Caithness, light-radiant lichen, … Continue reading A sculpture on the theme of loss
On a bend of the river Oykel
AITEANDORUIS On a bend of the river Oykel, with the best view of the Kyle of Sutherland! You stood on the high watermark of ‘ordinary’ Spring tides. Aiteandoruis – ‘the … Continue reading On a bend of the river Oykel
TIPPERLINN
TIPPERLINN SUNSHINE. A cluster of small cottages women handloom weavers Tipperlinn, with a ‘reputation’ for sunshine, and the ‘best people’ in Edinburgh. RATIONAL + PRACTICAL. The sunny cottages replaced by … Continue reading TIPPERLINN