Anne Eunson’s artistry

Now, this is something unique fae Burra, Shetland 🙂 You had to think about it!

passage

That bridge of sand at St Ninian knows so many prints of our feet. Human or not, we tread its length in and out, trace & retrace like sand weavers…

The other day, I took a friend after lunchtime. The sky was right, and we fancied to share our marks with sand and shells, light… Atlantic. 

So we walked it, came heart to heart with waterline… Reflected with clouds in mirror – smiled at the sun & sea of jade.

And if we felt alone on this vast expanse of freedom, our journey back to the mainland was crowned with a fabulous encounter in the form of two Arctic Skuas that came to add their prints to ours. My friend spotted them first from the distance. She knew my heart would pounce, and lens would wish to immortalise them. So I approached them with caution, and deep respect.

What a moment. Eye to eye with their majesty – heart to heart with our world. Such earthly encounter.

Their tolerance allowed a couple of shots before they decided to leave the sand for a moment… At every opportunity, such meeting feels a privilege, so natural and whimsical.

I still feel grateful to my friend for pointing me out to such moment.

And as we continued to imprint that fabulous sand bar, other wings on passage ennobled our afternoon, in the form of our swallows of the sea, locally known as tirricks, or Arctic Terns, those phenomenal travellers that come to grace our skies every summer. 

How I love this point of passage.

Muspelheim: Sparks and Flames 2/3 The Nine Realms- Poems and Writing

More sparks & flames from #theninerealms, courtesy of ArtiPeeps

ArtiPeeps

The Nine Realms

9 months, 23 poets and writers, 22 Artists, 3 composers, 1 Viking boat: a magical reworking of Norse Mythology for contemporary audiences

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 Muspelheim

(the realm of fire)

Featuring:

Eleanor Perry, Jim C. Mackintosh

and Nat Hall

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Under the Damage Tree

by Jim Mackintosh

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what is this brooding shape
fire licking across my vision
I smell it in the ice : shimmering tongues

in the destroyer’s raging silhouette
whose leaping flames freeze to the sky
in the impassable surrender to fire

a frozen corpse under the damage tree
cracked by the kiss of Surtr’s shine
his shadow bleeding over the moon

too late to stop the sway of travellers
mirrored in the crunch of brittle death
jammed to the parapet of Bitfrost

time straining against the reins
burning the days to come
quickening the battle’s build

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Fiery Us

by Nat…

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Democracy

Mind’s Eye (with Nordicblackbird) – SoundCloud

Listen to Mind’s Eye (with Nordicblackbird) by Bloodyhell #np on #SoundCloud

different

friday afternoon’s verse, away from the material, “artificial” world that agitates striped black or grey suited people, locked in a tower of greed, blinded by glittering obsessions.

It is on the topic of difference & inclusion.

You, Little Albino Sparrow

Look at yourself among the crowd,

you don’t quite mingle with

the rest.

Always on the edge of the shrubs,

in-and-out like

an intruder,

whilst your kind feasts

in oblivion.

And yet you shine in your own way:

majestic crown of snow 

bunting, you stand

out wherever

you land –

and 

if you’re not quite

a captain,

don’t 

you

forget 

you’re a sparrow,

fierce,

quarrelsome,

original,

light years away from the humdrum.

I’ve watched you feed

hours on end,

don’t be

afraid

to

stand your ground,

you have your place among my trees.

© Nat Hall 2015