Monthly Archives: January 2014

‘Greed and Sorrow’ Swipe 4/5: Transformations Poems (Book 11)

The voyage continues 🙂 #Transformations #Ovid #Metamorphoses



George Braque Metamorphoses

February 2013-March 2014

17 poets, 15 months, creating 1 contemporary reworking of Ovid’s Metamorphoses

See the Transformations Page for more details or the ‘Present Collaborations’ Tab


Poems Inspired by Book 11


 Nat Hall and Greg Mackie


Dream Maker 

by Nat Hall


son of sleep,
………..god of dreams & spirits;
………………………heaver of dreams
……………………………………..commands Iris
…………like sole messenger of your deeds,
never leaves me in a chasm.

Let me feel her thousand hues slide through heavens;
heavy eyelids in a palace of steam…
How did you dare to
dance with me,
and drown
lost love
inside waves?

Now, all is left
………..glides as a ghost,

là où tout n’est qu’ordre et beauté,
luxe, calme et volupté*

© Nat Hall 2014

*) with grateful thanks to Monsieur Baudelaire



by Greg Mackie



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fire time

Tension, excitement, fever reached fire levels from sunrise, as silver helmets, shields, shiny axes and black feathers were expected inside the heart of our high school.
And here they came past 9 a.m.

Braving storm winds & lashing rain, our young Vikings entered the granite strong institution where their elders once tattooed old footsteps…

Their replica Viking long ship (known locally as da galley) would wait outside in the carpark.

On such great day, our brave Junior Up-Helly-Aa squad shone as bright as their shields & their helmets. No need to force the school’s main doors, they knew their welcome would be warm.

So they gathered & found shelter in between double doors, as crowds of junior pupils massed inside the great assembly hall.
The raven painted on their shield waited to jeer inside all hearts.

So they brandished their spirit & axes.

On the signal, they marched with pride towards the packed assembly hall, as pupils met them with applause, smiles & sheer awe. They paraded like true Norsemen, as their elders would do tonight.


In sheer Shetlandic tradition, they sang the great fire festival song to the pleasure of the crowd; were acknowledged by the whole school before investing corridors, classrooms in a very cheery manner.
Our junior squad did what their elders did. By the evening, they would parade with their torches in the heart of Old Lerwick & throw them in their boat in an effort to defy the wrath & fury of winter & celebrate the sun’s return…
And if you stood by their torches, you saw the mast engulfed in flames.

Just as their elders did just opposite the flower park.

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that something more

That something more I felt yesterday as I wandered around the edge of my island with kindred spirits… Respite from a violent storm, Beaufort 9-12 winds had made a truce for Saturday and let winter light shine from sunrise to sunset. Arcania looked so magical in spite of the big sea that made boulders ramble from the shoormal to the shore. I felt at one with my wild world! Salt filled everything: the air, our hair, tainted lipstick on all lips… Our spirits.

If the land – from peatlands to meadows – have reached levels of water saturation, I & my fellow companions welcomed that day of light, which is so rare this January. So we stood still and admired the great earthly show that unfolded before our eyes.

Heart warmer, as that storm resumed with even more vehemence from this morning.

Here, a a peerie string of images as a token of light.

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discover ALBALAPSE

Got contacted by Alba Lapse earlier on today via Twitter. They shared a wonderful video promoting the magic of Scotland. Fell in love with their poetics, even though not the whole of Scotland is featured – but I love the spirit 🙂

Enjoy their work here: ALBALAPSE – A Timelapse Film of Scotland – ‘Proof of Concept’


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message from a(nother) bottle

I love how bottles reach my shore through time. Here, a new message from Canada.


With kind thanks to its author, Debbie Okun Hill 🙂


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blue monday

20140113-164458.jpg When Monday begins with lashing rain against windows, it can transport you to different kinds of blue at around sunrise… Here,
it stretched my heart across oceans.


Des yeux oranges
noyés de pluie
dans un ciel piscine indigo –
fenêtre d’un matin de janvier,
passé neuf heures à l’élastique sur
le 60ème parallèle.
#geopoetics fae #60N


Orange eyes drowned in
rain, inside a blue
pool indigo –
morning, past 9 a.m.,
rubber-banding on 60N.


cet océan de
sable blanc, là où
l’homme trace son univers
sur fond d’azur tant
#dakar #micropoetry fae #60N

inside this ocean of
white sand,
their universe on
blue background so

#dakar #micropoetry fae #60N

//—————————— 13 jan 2014

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micropoetry past dreamtime

Very few words gone past Dreamtime

For Tai

Tequila sunrise –
splash of lemon,
salt fae North Sea.
shaken, not stirred,
with Mousa on
the rocks.
#geopoetics fae #60N
——————————- Nat 🙂



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photographic portfolio updated

thank you for visiting 🙂


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Traveler’s Tale


Inside fibreglass shaking shack,
the world drives by –
three yellow
tells me
stories from the lay-by,
where hordes of footprints
without shoes still haunt immutable tarmac…

Inside fibreglass shaking shack,
gales glide & sing –
each arpeggio
hiss around
their way
with hydro poles,
headless quartets with mono strings…

Inside fibreglass shaking shack,
I watch time vanish
without shame –
ravens hang
like messengers of
the unknown.

Inside fibreglass shaking shack,
I gradually despair –
nothing’s in
not the
Night Bus
Harry once took,
not even mentioned in a book…
I still wonder if the driver
never bothered at
the junction.

—————– Lerwick, 3 Jan 2014

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January 3, 2014 · 3:59 pm

top oda world

my skydiver [graffiti]What better way to start off a brand new year but by feeling on top of the world?

This is exactly what I did yesterday, with Debbie and Mathew, as they turned sunset chasers for a day. We were fortunate enough to enjoy a relatively calm – though crisp – day (at sea level!) so they came back to my latitude to enjoy a mystery tour of my favourite local hill, Mossy Hill & The Ward of Scousburgh, to look at the year ahead in a wonderful 360 degree perspective. They had no idea where they were heading to…

Although I had hoped for a flamboyant sunset, the oncoming front swallowed the end of the first dying day of the new year. However, that dusky blue is unbeatable. We braved the breeze – we stood still for a while and marvelled at the Atlantic before us. Later, we pushed it to the edge of our known world to marvel at Ninian Sands clad in silver. Perfect start to 2014! 


my three images

winter style Shetland blue

winter style Shetland blue

shetland blue 1 Jan 2014

ninian in dusky blue 1 Jan 2014 e

Happy New Year to you all. May 2014 shine in your eyes and hearts every day 🙂

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