Prelude: Isle of Canna
Tigh Ard, orchard
AMPLE
SAMPLE
blossom
POWDER
COATED
pollen
mountain
broken
clouds
cloud
broken
mountains
THE
CLOUD
CATCHER
rum
        care of
        a wood
        exudes
        birdsong
        Sweeney’s Bothy,
Isle of Eigg, May 2014
        how beautiful –
        the islands
        that we’ve never
        been to
        the first lark
           sings
        from its rock
        wind-
        less
        the sea
        sounds
        lift
        soft
        from the
        cliffs
        a modern
        fire lit 
        from 
        a tampon
        a modern
        log made
        from com-
        pacted nothing
        Electric Eddie shares
        the dark side
        of the islands
        best joke: 
        well its dark
        on the light side
        when it’s night
        Sweeney says:
           sorrel’s all
very well
           but how many
spears
           to make a
meal?
        doo-dee-doo-doo
        I’m showering
        in the rain
        just showering
        in the rain
        what a wonderful
        feeling
        just showering
        in the rain
LAPSE
wave
AFAR IN THE
CLEAR AIR
barra
SHARING
THE
GIVE
&
TAKE
&igg
EIRE’S 
WAKE
iona
AWESOME
THREESOME
jura
THE
YEARS
DISTILLED
islay
BLUE
SKY
FLOWER
cielandine
HOT
METAL
stove
S
U N
R
Ù M
U
U U
AS
IF ALL
GOD
WAS
AND
WANTS
finger
Bidein an Tighearna
The
Finger of the Lord
        poems & photography: Alec Finlay
        bowl (for Sweeney’s Bothy): Lisa Gormley
        with thanks to Lucy, Eddie, Bobby, and Iain.
 
 
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