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We toil

Do not be fooled.
These streets, paved with gold,
glisten with bent back sweat,
dripped and sleeve dried of narrow eyes
that hurt in the salt soaked sunshine
and half moon light.
No riches.
Simple broken ends, hammered by the waves
and buried by the mocking seagull’s cry.

May 11, 2011   No Comments

The long slow death of an elderly elephant

In collaboration with the Funkypancake studios.

April 3, 2011   3 Comments

back garden winter colours

January 23, 2011   No Comments

bright eyes

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bright eyes watch
ripple shudders
penetrating heat
hisss es

October 16, 2010   No Comments

No place to hide

The end of the road is a long long way
and with storm clouds gathering
there is no place to hide,
I think of the friends I have left behind
and wonder what they are doing,
wish they were with me on this long long ride

Photo - Lewis weather by Blues

Photo - Lewis weather by Blues

April 2, 2010   1 Comment

STOP!

STOP in the name of love!

Lollipop by "Blues"

Lollipop by "Blues"

March 31, 2010   No Comments

Not An Easy Living

Dilapidated house in Lewis - by "Blues"

Dilapidated house in Lewis - by "Blues"

It was not an easy living and the kids eventually had to leave home to work over the water. They came back from time to time but then the old man died and there was no longer a reason to make the trip. The building lay empty and locked until one winter a storm ripped slates off the roof. The subsequent decline was rapid and the cottage soon became fit only for sheep and nesting birds. Never again would that hearth see a roaring fire in the grate.

March 29, 2010   No Comments

South Uist Sunset

South Uist Sunset - by Blues

South Uist Sunset - by Blues

I look at this scene and feel calm, the serenity of the South Uist sunset. The derelict building, a black cut out on the darkened promontory, is a focus for the mind on life on the island. Summer now but a different proposition in winter. As if I am being lulled into a false sense of wellbeing.

I spend a few minutes gazing and then retire to the cottage. The oil lamp is already lit. There is no fire in the hearth but the smell of peat lingers, mingling well with the whisky in my glass. We sit around the table in the kitchen and talk long into the night.

March 28, 2010   No Comments

afficionadoless

Graffiti1 by Blues

Graffiti1 by Blues

hidden art
conflict of emotion
paint by discard
sewer of creativity
avoided filled void
afficionadoless

Graffiti3 by Blues

Graffiti3 by Blues

March 28, 2010   No Comments

jura dawn

photo - "jura dawn" by Blues

photo - "jura dawn" by Blues

waters gently lap
whilst the light slowly
grows in intensity,
nature’s perfect alarm clock
a gradual awakening,
reflection on the day ahead,
eastern promise exclaimed
in western islands, perfect

March 24, 2010   No Comments

church spire mull

one casts shadows
the other provides shade
church tower – tree
tree – church tower
rhyme or reason
personal decision

photo "church spire Mull" by Blues

photo "church spire Mull" by Blues

March 24, 2010   No Comments

roll ‘em

roll ‘em
fill ‘em full of whisky and roll ‘em

line ‘em up like gas-bloated porkers
brim with potential and gasping for kicks

release to an audience of nosey savants
significant savour,
bar brawl, shameful mix

full, of anticipation
empty, filling with expectation
or deepest reflection, innermost feeling

a cycle, start again
roll ‘em
fill ‘em full of whisky and roll ‘em

barrels by Blues

photo - Barrels by Blues

March 23, 2010   No Comments