Tales From a Silver River
Beneath the Castle
beachcombers heckle fibres
of river, a warp and weft
of green, ochre and a touch of red.
Who would have thought old stones… 115 more words
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This last weekend I headed back up to Loch Tay in the Highlands of Scotland with my best friend for a girly weekend of fizz, food and hot tubs. 243 more words
1 month ago
Still life eyes sweep the perimeter
for truant gulls.
The man at the end of the jess
wears a migraine red top.
It’s echoed in a rolled up tabloid. 67 more words
1 month, 3 weeks ago
Beautiful Road Bridge of the Silvery Tay!
Alas I am very sorry to say
The Royal Arch and the Empress Ballroom they
And indeed the beloved Fifies have been taken away, 249 more words
2 months ago
In the glaur of a back office
below the Law,
a shaky colour screen flickers to life,
a latter day Roman Colosseum
and a people’s club two up… 55 more words
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