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The trap

switch

I did not tell you about the light switch
That I had replaced.

It was a faultless trap,
To catch you unawares after a day or so.

When you would reach and use it
Without a second thought.

At an unfussed click, gloom would depart,
Light would simply occur.

Your touch would smile with plain ease,
And you would know.

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The extramundane

Plate Ri-0 THE GREAT NEBULA OF ORION: This is a digital print of a photographic plate from the Ritchey 60-inch telescope at Mount Wilson Observatory, made in 1908. from the archive of the Carnegie Observatories, in Pasadena, California. more about this http://nautil.us/issue/32/space/these-astronomical-glass-plates-made-history

Plate Ri-0
THE GREAT NEBULA OF ORION: A digital print of a photographic plate from the Ritchey 60-inch telescope at Mount Wilson Observatory, made in 1908. from the archive of the Carnegie Observatories, in Pasadena, California.
more about this

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The extramundane

Not all spaces weigh the same.
There are variations. The depths and darknesses,
Volume, lightness, and quintessences, of
Every emptiness’s chiaroscuro.

Not all spaces are devoid of presence, some
Harbour unstated substance in subtle doubt,
Pass trembling semaphores of existence,
Harmonise plainsung intimations of light.

Not all spaces are rendered on our charts, still
Undiscovered emptier places may await. Nulls of
Colder, quieter, unexpressed embraces. Voids as
Void as only absence might surrender.

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A parcel of light

Familiar hills.

Windswept spinal path. Spring ice.

A parcel of light.

a-parcel-of-light_2‘A parcel of light’ is a wee photobook about home hills (Angus, Scotland) I made a while ago for a friend who died recently.

Blurb prices always end up being a bit silly, but you can see the whole book preview online for free.

Authors profits will go to the Scottish Search and Rescue Dogs Association (SARDA Scotland at www.sarda-scotland.org) – or if you enjoy the book preview but don’t want to buy a book, you could just give SARDA Scotland a donation online yourself – there’s a link on their website.

Book at: http://blur.by/133sA8T


Spring forward

2014-03-23 at 15-44-28Like an unwelcome guest,
The dark has over lingered in
Nights red-eyed and raw knuckled,
By grinding iterations of hard worked dreams.

Yet there were the pinks of the winter dusk,
And the ice flints of the night sky,
The shifting aerial caresses of radiant chiffon,
A midday moonset shouldered above Corrie Winter,
Cloud-backed blue tangible on high distant snow.
All screened through a season’s steadfast shadows.

But now an end at last, at last an end to waiting.
Now quickly we will go, now we will be going.
Now step at last, stepping forward, stepping out.
Stepping out at last, to greet this sudden longer light!

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UK clocks go forward one hour in the last weekend of March.
In Scotland the days can suddenly seem noticeably longer.

 

 


Butterfly mind in blue

BI am swallowed by your impossible blue.
A jinking pulse of light caged in iridescence.
Papilio ulysses:
I learn your name, and I am lost again.
An ancient voyager sans portolan or chart,
Adrift between a dozen similar archipelagoes:
More namesakes than charades might mime
A poem, a book, a film, commander and vessel both.

‘Physics? Is that a good idea? You have a butterfly mind.’

Back, to drown once more in cerulean you.
Colour as deep as a navel sink piercing pacific aquamarines.
Feminine azure.  Alluring, pulsing, polar blue: a magnetic Penelope.
Is a hurricane winged across the world in the chaos
Of cyanophillic flickering that quickens your suitors’ hearts?
Minding them to perch on any shoe or hat or desert island mote,
As long as it is has that kick, that hue, that oh-so longed-for blue.

Smarting at seventeen: a tangential truth at fifty.

In six months or much less, you spanned a life.
Before you were fixed and pinned,
A swallow-tailed datum of mountain colour, while,
On a synchronous fugue of two hundred days flight,
A true swallow lived and slept only aloft:
Adrift without landfall, dipping and twisting
A wayward odyssey from chilly northern squalls.
Dissolved in air, immersed by day and by night,
Condensed from super-saturated skies, turned as you,
On primaries born to pure and elemental blue.
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The Ulysses butterfly (Papilio ulysses), also known as the Blue Mountain Butterfly or the Blue Mountain Swallowtail, is a large swallowtail butterfly, endemic to Australasia.

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