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CAMUSDARACH
We went there, David, Catriona and I
on a cold blustery day at the year’s turning
the beach empty of folk
full of bladderwrack, tangles, ribbons of curling kelp
gull screech, wave crash, shell crush
and light like malt whisky pouring out of the clouds.
We are skilled, we three, at the art of catching wonders of watching, gazing, drinking it in;
that malt, that spume,
that blue-green-gold water and over it the now familiar shapes of Eigg and Rum.
This is enough, our silence says. Small heavens.
Janis Mackay, Stobo
image size: 49 × 49 cm
framed size: 60 × 60 cmcm
CAMUSDARACH
We went there, David, Catriona and I
on a cold blustery day at the year’s turning
the beach empty of folk
full of bladderwrack, tangles, ribbons of curling kelp
gull screech, wave crash, shell crush
and light like malt whisky pouring out of the clouds.
We are skilled, we three, at the art of catching wonders of watching, gazing, drinking it in;
that malt, that spume,
that blue-green-gold water and over it the now familiar shapes of Eigg and Rum.
This is enough, our silence says. Small heavens.
Janis Mackay, Stobo
image size: 49 × 49 cm
framed size: 60 × 60 cmcm
