The painting

In a darkened room in an unknown place a beam of light shone on a blank canvas. In front of the canvas was an old man. He selected his favourite brush with the wooden handle and the golden bristles. Dipping it into the ink of time he moved his hand towards the canvas. Gently pressing he moved the brush from one edge towards the other. As the brush moved its bristles revealed a deep blue sky and a molten yellow sun. The peace and tranquillity only broken by the squabbling seagulls drifting endlessly on the thermals that habited that lofty place. The brush moved on and mountains appeared covered in white surrounded by trees that danced in the wind that endlessly blew. The brush slowed and the painter eased his hand. He lifted the brush and placed it back on the canvas to cross once again. A small red hut appeared with a wooden boat lying just in front. Next, a white house with children playing in a garden full of flowers. Then a church with towering steeple standing proud declaring to the world the belief of the people. The brush continued. A place full of memories where people arrive and never leave. Slowing again the brush changed direction for its final stoke. A turquoise sea with fish darting between the rocks hiding from hunting Dolphins. Finally the brush revealed bright red crabs crawling across the rocks on a multicoloured seabed. Finally the brush stopped. The painter lifted it gently from the canvas and put it back into the pot. The beam of light dimmed and all was dark waiting on the light of life to begin another day.



I saw an otter
One day in May
While on holiday
In Badenscallie Bay

It stared at me
So I stared back
Before it disappeared
In the black

I’ll never forget
That look it gave
Before disappearing
Beneath a wave

My evanescent otter
A memory to treasure
A wild encounter
Such a pleasure

An entry for the Daily Post Photo Challenge : Evanescent


It’s a beautifully sunny day. Today I’m speaking to you from Stob Dearg. The top of Buachaille Etive Mor. To the west is Buachaille Etive Beag and to the north, on the top of Ben Nevis, a structure that has taken 5 years to build. The saviour of planet earth some have called it. The count down is already underway and in a few more minutes we will see if the scientists were right. There are a few other people around me. Each one watching their mobiles getting ready for what…we don’t really know. If it goes wrong you may not be hearing from me again. If it goes right planet earth may just be moved out of the path of ar11179. The idea seems simple. We accelerate our orbit a very small amount just enough to move us out of the path of total destruction. Enough chatter lets listen to the count down. Five, Four, Three, Two, One…

Entry for The Daily Post Daily Prompt Unmoored

My Ghost Companion

We go on trips
To many places
Pass lots of people
And many faces

Go walking
On beautiful paths
Enjoying views
Remembering laughs

But when I say
Remember when
I hear no answer
From her then

I look around
At people talking
Life is busy
So enthralling

Just one face
I’m looking for
But it’s not here
Any more

My ghost companion
Goes walks with me
But she’s the one
I cannot see

Our Grangemouth Lass

She strides
Carn na Caim
As if she
Was at hame

And on the
Ptarmigan Ridge
As if running
From a midge

No Munro bagger
Can surpass
Our very own
Grangemouth lass

An enormous pack
To slow her down
Doesn’t even
Make her frown

Mere stepping stones
Don’t challenge her bones

If upon a hill
A breeze does appear
Perhaps our lass
Was passing near