Month: March 2015

A sketch from my Monday morning walk along Balunie Drive.

Happyhillock Road.

A start to a collection of drawings I will be making about the communities that connect to the burn.

 

 

A pale pink sash to the morning

wraps itself against a tight fitting

hip skimming

grey sky.

 

 

Sitting,

trembling,

holding the heart of a songbird in my hand,

violet,

blue,

we sing.

 

 

 

 

 

Rolled up jeans and skinny white legs,

guddling in the burn.

It is March.

I shiver.

What are you doing ? we ask.

Looking for treasure, he answers with a grin.

Gets out his wallet and shows us a tooth, thinks it might be human….

Another lad says he found a 1970’s coke bottle.

Must be it looks so old.

They are waiting for their mate to finish work.

Bright pink feet.

Searching under stones.

Men being boys again,

laughing

at the cold.