Author Archives: greenmackenzie
Autumn Bouquet
Autumn light glitters A new day fresh from rose folds Gathered by shadows. The stillness of the morning caught my breath, and had me dashing back inside for my camera. These were taken last week in the garden, where the … Continue reading
Oaks and Pig Tales
Down in the woods, autumn is breathing her frosts and mists across the leaves and grass. Bracken is turning orange, the beech trees are golden and copper leaves and nuts lie strewn across the forrest floor. But among the oaks, … Continue reading
Running Salmon
I walked down to the river In the glinting low light And it shimmered and slipped Silk like over its bed of rocks. The sunlight spun into threads By the long wet fingers of the river Woven into loose lace … Continue reading
Refracted Venice Love
Venice bounces light and love into beautiful soft distortions, from it’s crumbling creamy plaster to its curvy colourful glass. Nothing looks quite the same in Venetian light, and reality and dreams merge into surreal and beautiful forms. These moments are … Continue reading
Ancestral Marks
There are stones as old as time, which lie scattered across the high ground around Killmartin Glen. They are covered with furrows and grooves, with cups and rings, cut by the hands of our far distant ancestors. Men and women … Continue reading
Twilight Dreams
There’s a valley, shrouded in the mists of time, and swirling with the echoes of ancient dreams. Here at Dunadd, the tribe of the boar ruled supreme, their kings living in luxury on top of this ancient hill. Dynasties rose … Continue reading
Wood Spirits
Deep in the woods, the air is still and hung with mist. The light travels through shadows, leaning in long slow lines, and blushing through the folding ferns. Spirits hover almost unseen, at the very edges of vision, gone as … Continue reading
Storm Day
The golden light lingered endlessly on across the over ripe grass, barely noticing the clouds brewing themselves into a hug black bruise. Silently the dark energy gathered, a whisper rolling in unseen from the edges. The angry clouds blustered in … Continue reading
Signs of Autumn
All around us the signs of autumn are beginning to make an appearance. Despite the lingering sunshine and warmth there are tell-tale signs that the year is turning ever onwards towards the darkness of winter. In Gaelic there are two … Continue reading
Spell of the Shore
Mind knots and jangles Untangled softly in a Windswept wave washed spell This was inspired by the following beautiful post….. Walking barefoot on the sand–a haibun http://artifactsandfictions.com/2014/09/28/walking-barefoot-on-the-sanda-haibun/”>artifactsandfictions.com/2014/09/28/walking-barefoot-on-the-sanda-haibun/










