tonight’s gale contained inside my chimney’s conduit. I hate this type of exercise – this woman trapped deep inside me can sometimes shine and find her words.
my galley on fire,
my hellery –
March is a nightmare with
hell, tears & bliss,
March is a month
I learnt to
tarnished with blood,
loss of my future,
a monster in
mechanism turned into
world whirled in
a wind they
© Nat Hall 2015
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Lerwick, Shetland – 1 Jarl, 47 squads, 969 torches through the streets of the Islands’ capital…
Les moments forts, highlights in a string of images fresh from my iPod 🙂
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It is Up-Helly-Aa Day on the island and two squads of Vikings are rampaging through our world until their boats end up in flames after sunset.
Merriment follows through the night.
the Junior Jarl Squad in full swing just at the start of Period 1…
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How I love this statement 🙂
featured at the Federation of Writers (Scotland), with grateful & graceful thanks to Anne Clark & Ian Noble’s relentless efforts on giving exposure to the many creative voices all around Scotland, including those from remote rocks & skerries. Am thrilled & humble 🙂
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Jane Dougherty Writes
If, to earn paradise,
The price is murder,
I will take my handful of ashes
Into the earth’s gentle depths
And lie with the dogs.
I will curl in the warm darkness
With the ghosts of the fox and the hare,
And if you join me there,
We will make a paradise
Of our final bed.
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A fine Shetland word that epitomises winter on the 60th North Parallel,
But out of that,
in between stones, tap-dancing hail & sliding gales (hurricane 12 on Beaufort’s scale) came a new piece of poetry, fit for a child or a giant, now with a project curator at #ArtiPeeps – it is Realm 3, out of nine ones 🙂
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