Fragments of Istria: an Assemblage

A remarkable assemblage of verse, prose image and visit from ‘Hill to Sea’ !

From Hill to Sea


We could eat this sky.

Stretch up, scoop out

handfuls; smear our faces

and taste the fanfare

of sunset.



Out of red earth

lines of olive trees, vines

and quarried stone.



Centuries of building,

dwelling, tending

the land, goats

and cattle.

Another cyprus tree – rooted

in tangled narratives

of departure

vivid light

and shadow play.




No neatly packaged hay bales in the uncanny rural. Creatures of twilight, sit hunched in the corner of smallholdings, backs turned. In fading light, walking past these halo-skewered field dwellers: was that a lengthening shadow? a sigh? a suggestion of movement?


They would appear in the adjoining field at around 7.00pm each evening. A symphony of bells heralding their arrival. We never did see where they came from. They would feast in the field for around half an hour, a clanking cacophony of movement. Occasionally, one would come over to eye us up, usually the smallest with the highest pitched bell. Curious young eyes…

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