War Flowers, penned shortly before #armistice100 and recorded at my favourite beach, before reading the entirely string of verse dedicated to #armistice2000 #LestWeForget #onnevousoubliepas
With gracious thanks to Lisa and Dereck for that moment.
And with gracious thanks to Gail and Keirynn for your renewed homing my work and image.
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Let me take you to the edge of a dormant volcano tonight.
You need to perch right on its edge to take that pic; it is iconic and always gives the wow effect…
Now, to the accompanying words
coastline, where Atlantic ebbs & lashes,
unleashes wrath against your craigs, cliffs & great geos –
where clouds bypass
granite & teeth of
home for the maverick kittiwake,
ruffled gannet in need of
Let me show you
edge & meaning of the dormant volcano,
le va-et-vient de l’Atlantique.
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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.
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There’s a tremor in the island.
A she-jarl emerged off a long line of masculine “tradition” of guizer jarls… She made headlines in newspapers, and I hear even in London.
She made us dream last Friday night.
Here, to celebrate such event, a humble triptych of poetry.
For Lesley S., first ever woman jarl in Shetland history.
Music inside sand,
Undo twilight to let us sing,
Hold torches high for a galley & a woman,
Aud, unafraid of world’s fire.
By the Atlantic we gathered,
blue-eyed dragon looked to Venus
inside a night fit for
a realm, where
as one with
the edge of
shells and sand, to
celebrate Aud The Minded
who captained her boat
till its end –
brandished her axe
before our world,
a Jarl & her
arms of the
dragon, by Skeo Clett,
wild Atlantic, where stars gather
above our heads, home of
the human fire snake
that comes to die
in boat’s belly –
by your side,
through day and
night around da Ness,
fire unites kindred
spirits, fills cups
till final reel.
stood among its flames,
led your own crowd
to edge of waves,
and sang the
in the arms of the dragon.
SMUHA is Shetland’s South Mainland Fire Festival, held annually South of Lerwick.
A “jarl” is a viking chief.
“Skeo Clett” is the name of the rocky feature on the northern side of St Ninian’s tombolo (sandbar that links the Isle of Saint Ninian to the mainland).
A “galley” is a viking longship.
“da Ness” is the way folk call the Parish of Dunrossness (the southern part of Shetland’s main island, itself known as “South Mainland”)
© Nat Hall 2015
Programme image courtesy of smuha.org where more information can be found 🙂
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