Hidden Forests

Year of Natural Scotland – Beneath the Waves The wind is rising and the rain is hammering against the window. As high tide approaches the waves are pounding the ancient rocks creating fountains of spray. The grey sea merges with the low cloud, obscuring the horizon in the fading light. The very epitome of a … More Hidden Forests

Words for Wednesday

Opus 1 Wind strums the sinews plucking nerves – discordant chords Stretching skin taught beating – staccato rhythm Striking the ribs expelling air – bass sibilance Resonating vibrating pulsing – elemental beat Man and wind contrapuntal soloists before the storm’s crescendo