Once we looked to the horizon

Blind Window

.

Once we looked to the horizon.

How can we see now?

Monitor

.

Encased

in the white wall

a pulse, a tracing

an inscription of breath.

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An acronym, or

a beginning

an interruption, or

an end?

Rushes

.

Wind-blown,

brush strokes

impasto smears

…………………………………………….– the sky

a feathered script

of light

At the Ghost Pier 28.12.13

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At the ghost pier

the ebb and flow

of memory

and forgetting

Nails

.

Weather soaked

histories

 etched – in wood

a redundancy of nails

.

.

Pier

.

.

From the shore

.

A polished pewter sky

dreams a wash of

copper-burnished kisses

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an invitation,

the pull towards

the edge

.

Cliffs

.

to sit and stare.

Listening

to the lichens

singing

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On the cliff top,

who is watching

the solitary watcher

Memory Bench

.

and at the bench

an outward gaze

to remember

and once again

look beyond

the edge of the horizon.

Musings from a short walk in the village of Aberdour, Fife, on 28th December 2013.

Thanks to @emmaZbolland for “Pewter light” in response to an earlier tweet of the Ghost Pier.

Now playing: Translucence – John Foxx and Harold Budd.