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Conflux of cobbles
Walking against
Autumn’s wake
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Deep Time
Shore Line
F r e s c o
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a scattering of jewels
criss-cross streams
of early morning light
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drifting
at the edges
meaning, slipping
away
from the words
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...
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Godot Tree
Waiting
For leaves
To fall
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Autumn morning / City pastoral
(King’s Stables Road, Edinburgh. Horse and cattle markets were held weekly in this road from 1477 until 1911)
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Underfoot
the spaces in between
One cracked cobble
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“Several whales have come in upon this coast
Anno 1652, one, eighty feet in length”
Moby Dick (Supplied by a Sub-Sub-Librarian) – on the Fife coast.
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No still life:
Foraging wasps, drunk
on autumnal colour
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Always good to head for a higher perspective. On the way, counsel from the elephant wood shaman.
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Towards the brow of the hill:
a wind blown tree;
an apparition,
forming in the sky
.
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Always the tracks
of footfall
beyond the now
of time
.
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Frost already underfoot/ A smothering of darkness/ Celestial lights & the eerie glow of the petrochemical plant/ A heron stalks the shadows
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Now Playing: Robin Hayward – Stop Time (favourite piece of music of the year).
Murdo Eason - From Hill to Sea 
2 replies on “Slow Time – Assorted Ragpickings and Footfalls”
Like country dancing in your head… you’ve got me foot-tapping with Beckett
Wonderful stuff. The whole world needs the counsel of the elephant wood shaman.