Tag Archives: Witches

At Crombie Point

. Ink etched blue silence. Cold harbour spires, sketched over cubist sails. Thorn pinned birds still tethered. Wings opening, sensing the sky   … . The ruined pier at Crombie Point. (January, 2017). Jules Verne travelled to Scotland for the first … Continue reading

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Three November Skies

. Two divining rods dowsing the sky . A fragment falling pooling at my feet ≈ Looking from Leith Walk, Edinburgh, on 25th November towards the vestiges of the Shrubhill tramway workshops and power station. The power station opened in 1898 … Continue reading

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Two Spectral Trees – Somewhere North of Devilla Forest

Looking up to the ridge, over the evergreen crowns, two spectral trees hang mid-air in the limpid heat. A  smoke spiral, all coiled movement, settles to stillness as a Rorschach blot of charcoal smudge bleeds into sun saturated blue. The universe … Continue reading

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On Samhain

The moon gazed on my midnight labours, while, with unrelaxed and breathless eagerness, I pursued nature to her hiding-places. Mary Shelley at the cusp of light and darkness through veil of in-world and out-world they arrive. ~~~ And if in … Continue reading

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