Love’s silence out across the sound

Past Benbecula airstrip

My mind trips into the past

Your lasting impressions

Stress the importance

Concordance of memory

Island waters: seas, lochs, streams, waterfalls

The poet’s father’s daughter plays the pipes and all

All to have a calling, from the birth date to the wake

Words that stall, fall short of deep within

Rhythms of the oceans & of the seven deadly sins

Sunlight on the ferry

As for the boys in France

Back to making merry

Lead the nearly men a nearby dance

Tall ships and seaborne warriors

Divers for the crab and clam

Hear the anthems of the Highlands

Fire the fear and then be damned

Dream of wide open moorland

Sleep on thoughts of mountain tan

Lay down old preoccupations

As you would in far away Japan

 Don’t be the author with his hari-kari

Turn the pages, become the love that can

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Campaign

A warmer wind

Nine seagulls on sentry duty

Out in the sound

Past the buoys and the markers

Beyond the Shiants and the fish-farms

A warmer water

Suited to dolphins and whales

Soaked in dreams of human pastimes

Stilled by the paintbrush

Settled by the slower words 

& the irregular verse

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Seedlings in Flight

The grasses blown
Blown on
To thoughts of home
On the water and the wind
Thoughts blown home to you


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We walk with love at hand and in the distance

He paints from memory

We talk from memory

He walks across the machair

We walked across the machair

Out to the still & raging seas

Out to the living, breathing sands

Back in his studio

He lets the canvas carry his load

We let his words enter our thoughts

He works from memory

The depths of his unconscious are ravaged

We listen from memory

The depths of our unconscious are sated

His present mood

Reflects our present mood

In the surface tension of the painting

In the surface tension of our conversation

These will be original works of memory

For as Jac says, we say 

He is a professional artist

We are his populations

He is a painter

We are the work that found him

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Young Man

Restless soul

Rips at his cigarette

His thin artist legs

Carried quickly by red plimsolls

As he skips

Across the decking

On to the seaweed strewn rocks

By the slow tide of the water

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