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Outer Hebrides: Go with the flow

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Again this one does not quite fit yet. Discarded wet suitsDrying in the breezeA sad looking bag of charcoalCrunched upHolding the potential for one more BBQ But not hereNot nowNot on this holidayANYMORE Sadness creeps upThe simple lifeOf our ever-so-slightly moving abodeWill soon be packed awayFor another summer August has just begunBut for us the summer is over100s of emails loomingI have 48 hours leewayAnd mentally push Against the tidal amplitude of work-life I love […]

Outer Hebrides: Empty 2

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Bare rock facesmoss, lychen, heather, hard grass stalksglacial lakes, loch, lochans The sky never endingMeeting the waters of the Atlantic In a distance hard to estimate DesolateOur first reactionThe landscape Violated Forced into shape By layers of ice Slow deathCreating new life We see eagles, dolphins, sealsWildflowersInsectsBirds Not so empty after allSheep are bleating

Outer Hebrides: Empty

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Wide skiesWide horizons An eagle hoversEmpty your mind let your thoughts move through Normally I struggleButHereI can’t hold onTo a thoughtTo a worryTo a contemplation Clouds move overEvery changingLike my relentless thoughts usually do Occasionally the clouds become stuckHovering over the valley between the mountainsLike the thoughts I should let goEventually the wind moves them on

Outer Hebrides: The House

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I see a house through the mistYou know; the kind of house children drawFour windowsDoor in the centreOtherwise a rectangular boxWith a roof I wonder: is life in a simple house simple?No fuss, no add-ons, no fancy ‘wouldn’t survive the winter-storms anyway’ conservatoryTwo chimney stacks on each gable-endThe smell of burning woodWarmth that cannot dispel the slight smell of dampness If you think about itA houseIt’s that simple, four wallsA roof, some source of warmth, […]

Outer Hebrides: Gale Force 10

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Balranald Campground–North Uist The weather is merciless Our tent howls and tries to take off like a chained dragon The noise of the storm is incredible A rock concert of sorts Naughty by nature Everything moves Even the athletic swifts have no chance and sit exhausted on a fencepost The guiding lines vibrate with tension Or maybe they are shivering in the relentless rain? Our name sign is tagged into a wooden pool the place […]