selkies come and selkies go

You may know the great time-crafted selkie stories. You may have heard them sat by a peat fire with old friends and whisky. You may have travelled to Orkney or Shetland to hear them told by new friends or be from one of those fine isles yourself and heard the stories since you were a … Continue reading selkies come and selkies go

Advertisements

build

I'd love to build you a pyramid or minaret up to the sky. I'd put the Taj Mahal in shadow and the Kremlin walls would shake. Let Liberty light her candle and Sydney's Opera House sing. I'm going to pitch my tent on an honest Scottish cliff-top and face the storms of a northern sea.

Skomer in May

her flowers in the morning bluebells freed from forgotten trees by ancient civilisation drift to the wild ocean, Atlantic rocks crested by waves of defiant white campion --- her manxies by daylight in among the beauty lie little bags of bones, victims of the bright night, as scattered mourning stones --- her greater black-backeds remote … Continue reading Skomer in May