Scotland in miniature
they say.

Maybe in the way
Catholic mystery descends
on hard Protestant rock,

a mist drizzled
on the sure clarity
of solid land.

The dark clouds flock,
their woolly underbelly bursting
on the backs of dark green hills.


2 thoughts on “Arran

  1. I like the crispness of you words – bare bones. Thanks for visiting lately; I’ve been on a bit of a sabbatical writing “a borrowing of bones” but back to blogging with a lot of wonderful sites to catch up on. Enjoy the walk through my little village, I’ll be posting it through the first week of February.

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