The Loneliest Place

The Loneliest Place

Is there anywhere
more lonely than here?
A kirkyard
buried in years,
overgrown, broken,
gravestones wiped clean.
This place is lost
in our maps,
buried beyond
a rusted gate.

There are
no paths to follow,
no trampled tracks.
From deep in here,
the world falls away,
leaving only this space.
Framed by the window
in a fragment of wall,
a young tree
brushes the clouds.

By photos,poetry and haiku by Derek Ross

I am a photographer/ poet from Dumfries in South West Scotland. I concentrate on minimalist images and prefer using an iPhone these days. As far as my writing is concerned, I usually write short poems (some in Scots dialect), hence my interest in haiku and related forms.


  1. I’ve found that there is a certain draw of old cemeteries to poets everywhere. I’m not sure why, but perhaps it’s the romanticism of such a place…a place where our imagination can wander and think about who each person was, what their life was like, who they were as people, etc. Your photograph is this is haunting. I’m going to enjoy exploring your site very much. I’ve been to Scotland a few times, but most of that was in Edinburgh and a quick sojourn in the Highlands. The beauty of your country is haunting. Keep up the wonderful work, Derek.

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