Tardy blog and no excuse...

Whoops, I have been neglecting this blog only a matter of weeks after starting it. Very bad. My excuse is that I only have internet access at work, and I have actually had to do some work recently. At work. The humanity. Anyway, as it's Valentine's Day, I thought a love poem of sorts would be in order. I wrote this thinking of Sutherland, and it could really apply to any kind of love I think. Here we go:


Here, love, lie

Here, love, lie
against my heart’s open weave,
for it is the gaps in the wool
that make the warmth.
I’ll be your bed of bracken spread over the felted hills,
like the razorgrass cleaves to the dunes,
for you are that colour,
pale as sand, freckled
as a plover’s egg.

My land is not always wild, see
how the sky raises its birds
on its threads of milk,
how the sea cradles
its herds of seals,
my heart is hard as diamond
but it yields,
as moss to a nest,
at your touch.