Waves of haar rolled in on the witching wind. Evening birdsong died away. For the first time ever he dared take her hand and she held his tighter than he had ever hoped. In silence they stood and walked away, glad of the quiet mist. Tomorrow the sun would shine.
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View of Calton Hill and Arthur’s Seat
fog lifts to show snow on hills
the folly’s columns are silhouette
clarity of view and thought
birdsong perfectly shaped
birdsong perfectly shaped takes flight
clotted clouds cover discoloured skies
winter thoughts are fleeing spring
snow on sea
Slightly updated
You bring my life
you lend my life lustre
dullened silver reflecting your light
love long lasting and light
At Halloween we did not dare
We climbed Arthur’s Seat on Midsummer’s Day, to wash our faces in the dew as the sun rose. The path was slippery and the fog was down, dulling any sound there might have been. Birdsong was distant then silent.
We were near the top, on the steepest slope, when out of the mist the sound of a muffled drum rolled towards us. We stopped. Looked around. Looked at one another. Then out of the mist strode a shadow, taller than any of us and wide as a castle door. Black and silver streaked hair to his shoulders, cape and cassock flying. ‘Pagans’ he shouted, eyes black fire, ‘leave this place.’ He pushed past us and was gone. The drum was still.
Our looks said it was true and we did not speak again until we fell into the palace grounds again.
At Halloween we did not dare.
small joys
the smell of rain on dust
the one cool corner of the duvet
mango sprinkled with lime juice
the way you look back as you walk away
You kept me in your memory
You kept me in your memory
and I felt I could not leave
I sat still or lay and slept
while you thought of me
and daydreamed
But I had changed and have done again
If you could see or taste me now
you would understand I hope
Breathe, he said below his breath
He stood three steps down from the road crossing and two in towards the shop window the back of his head was reflected in. Breathe, he said below his breath. Breathe. He used his thin hands as a brown paper bag and began to feel better. His vision slowed its spinning and he could almost focus on the police van parked opposite. Hello John, said the voice again. Not bad, he said, and yourself? But I didn’t ask you, said the voice. I just said hello.
That’s more than I’m used to.
That’s as may be.
Much more.
I must be going.
Please don’t go, he said below his breath. Please. He unbuttoned his coat as if he had arrived home.
