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Hampstead Heath - The Hall of Einar - photograph (c) David Bailey (not the)

Three Old Women

I’ve always wanted to go to Hampstead Heath. No, not because it’s the busiest gay cruising site in the UK, possibly the …

Sparrowhawk - The Hall of Einar - (c) David Bailey (not the)

The Sparrowhawk is of shadows made

The Sparrowhawk is of shadows made
No Earthly dust was used to bring
This death that on smoked wings arrives
And cracks the air open with a dance

Grass of Parnassus - The Hall of Einar - photograph (c) David Bailey (not the)

Grass of Parnassus

Scattered across the rough grass behind Rack Wick bay are delicate limpid flowers. They are Grass of Parnassus. It’s a plant of …

Being away from Orkney and Westray only makes the memories of being there more intense. Whilst I look forward to my next trip there, here’s a poem I wrote many years ago – the lines “And … → 6 November, 2010