tigh talamhant (iii)

drizzle muffles beyond the hush of heather

overhanging gnarled cliffs of gneiss

abseiled to sweet pastures flowing to the loch

whilst lily stems make promises

 

under this bright crescent a mouth opens where

Carmichael paused into low voids

wondering when and why they built within this

whispered isolation…

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