#2007 - Lochranza

 

2007

6.181

30.vi.25

Lochranza

tidal thoughts

after the Wee Hurry of Troon

 

a seaweed field

fast burn

 

ruin half thrown

a wash of yacht beaching

 

old stones and a whiff of the sea

 

rags of cloud, lit

 

name like a pirate romance

 

paint peeling delightfully

there is a charm of rot

and miles remain

quarters thereof

even yards, feet

 

one of those places time won’t settle

 

the ten o’clock dog walking road

cars abandon

 

as the bird of a breeze and morning

so here to tell the sea

 

it’s where the heather takes up with the hill

 

one may smile

 

midge net in pocket still