Rock FaceI’m face to face with forever,just there, etched in that rock face,the hard truth, the fold and flow,the layers, the colour, the glint.More time than I can imagine,stretches from earth to sky, behind me, the sun sinks lower,casting my shadow on millennia. Derek Ross

Low Tide, Solway FirthThe sandis as furrowedas old skin, and the stakesare the scarsof other times.The wind is fullof memories,carries the tasteof the sea,tugs at the heart,as always. Here is a placeto pause,to gather in,to find a calm,to listen as a far tide murmursanother story.Derek Ross

CastleI am dreaming of a castle,Not as it once was,But as it is now,Tumbled, broken,Breached, roofless,Yet still, in essence,A castle.I imagine,Running my handAlong a rampart,Tracing an archiveWith my finger tips,Stone upon stone,Word upon word,A familiar story.A bird ghostsThrough a dark window,A chilled currentWhispers through,It is the castle’s voice,Reminding me,It’s not our wallsThat marks our way,It’s… Continue reading Castle

A very, very, hot but beautiful wee island. A wee bit jiggery-pokery before the heat melted “ma heed!” 🥵

StormThe seais breaking the world,shattering the sky,lashing the shorewith surf and foam.The windis a wild thing,a roar, a cacophony,whipping up a rage,spray, salt and tears.Yet still,look at the birds,hanging there, defiant,patient, waiting for thatspace between storms.A calmis out there, somewhere,out of reach,but for now,breath,believe,remain. Listen!, can you hear a bird… calling? Derek Ross.