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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