Daurk
Daurk. Winter nicht oot the back a skelf o a moon pierces thru the fading licht o a yince industrial toon
The reason they keep me around
Saaaaam
Something in the length of the vowel…
Face your fears
Open yourself to the prospect
of being swept away,
fizzing with fear…..
Skyelicht
Hoorin aroon Skye the ither nicht…
Inveraray
Peace time, On a western flank, Nature, lorded over, Tended and tamed.
This Land
Abound with shades and hues,
kaleidoscopic,
polychromatic.
But a tilt shift,
a definite rift.