Fairy tales
Predictable pleasing
Happy end delivered
Folded and pressed
To the good, never ugly
Vistas of rolled lawns
Patchwork fields
Forests grown on request
Ready-clipped to measured height
Author Archives: maryfeatherstone
WORDS
Words ride on sound-waves
Across smoky rooms and satellites
They carve out keys
That unlock underground rivers
And spark dry flints
Into fires that buzz
Hum and ignite ideas
Through towns and continents
We must use them well
Freswick – photos – changing light, changing elements
Scotland: photos – Glencoe, Ullapool, Laird to Wick
ROME
ROME Scotland
QUEUING IN HEAVEN
Can we choose where we sit
At the eternal church lunch
In that great house of heaven?
Do we have to share a room?
Could it be … dormitories!
THE CRY – LE CRI : A CHRISTMAS POEM (kind of)
We struggle through life
Dragging carrier bags
Heavy with what we know
But once a year we dream
That the world stops running
Its habitual course
Just long enough
For God to put in
An appearance
THE LINE – LA LIGNE
Vertical line wafer-cotton-thin
Top to bottom, heaven to earth
Perfection drawing down to gravity
Pure line cuts through messed-up years
Soul-tearing conflicts, each side’s tug of war
SHAPES & LIGHT
SHAPES & LIGHT
GYM STUDIO
Shrink, priest
And confessor
The gym coach listens
In muscular manner
