16/05/2024 >
Very pleased to be a Supporting and Contributing Photographer at the Centre for British Documentary Photography, my page will be visible soon here>
https://www.centreforbritishdocumentaryphotography.co.uk
“and through those eyes
now filled with dust,
the light of nature”
now filled with dust,
the light of nature”
THE TILLER
I am dark and smooth, polished by many hands,
but the one hand that I loved has gone,
so let me swing to the rudder’s motion,
moored in the lee, alone.
but the one hand that I loved has gone,
so let me swing to the rudder’s motion,
moored in the lee, alone.
I knew the change of weather by his grip
and felt his hunter’s passion like a tide,
and the herring scales he rubbed on me
were jewels that I wore with pride.
and felt his hunter’s passion like a tide,
and the herring scales he rubbed on me
were jewels that I wore with pride.
I pitied him when wind and rain
pressed him, huddling to steer,
up against my nakedness,
the only language we could share.
pressed him, huddling to steer,
up against my nakedness,
the only language we could share.
There’s not a man in all Kintyre
will point me to the open sea;
I’ll bear no other master’s hand,
but burn instead – unship me.
will point me to the open sea;
I’ll bear no other master’s hand,
but burn instead – unship me.
TRALEE SHADOW
14/05/2024
I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be show
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar, 1963