poems for a map



'poems for a map' in response to 'Our Living Rivers and Glens'  media map. 
locations from what3words in italics. 

work in progress 
 

 

 tribes.cookie.corrosive

 

        nemeton-folded 

                     rainwater

                           under

        summit rock

       

 

                 pins coins charms

                           witching hour

 

 

" if he bee to dye, shall find a dead worme therein ; or a quick one, if health bee to follow."

 

                  offering

                              wind

           steps away

 

                      *** 

bees (maria dawson)

maria’s happy

                    yellow hive

 barn. refrained.wires.

 

                                      buzzes

gathering nectar

 

legal.etchings.buckling.

squirted.division.loud.

 

golds yellows oranges

   charge the bees’ legs

gorse dandelions broom

 

reshaping.rested.flamingo.


                  *** 


trace of ice 1 (steve garret)

chainsaw.televise.slurs.

imagine        

 

sand

                   boulders

          gravel 

sticking

                                                slipping

                 grinding

                                 creaking 

 

the granite glen

 

raging

                    wetting

                       etching

carving

 

as time’s echo 

         

                     ***  


 ringing stane (alan carr)

the old bellstone

                       ring

                         res

             onates

 

asterisk.occur.finders.

 

      summoning

                         glen gairn


                 *** 



last tree (ron brander)

Referendum Day’s

             paper wish

             tied to dead rowan

 

     ship.botanists.enter

                                     

                          swirling mist

 

by Deveron water

     dark goddess of Ireland

               

                the last Cabrach tree

                was fairies’ kindling

                says Ron

 

bleached wood-bones

               jutt from peaty graves

 

                 in memoriam



                       *** 


 

birsemore loch (steve garret)


 

In the beginning

       was the rain

 

dugouts.homeward.annotated

 

water drops

                       on

        water  proof

 

          lichen branch  

                reflects

deep

 

    dog splash

swims            ripples