1. A merlin whiffles and surveys a ditch and bank, grateful for now open land and prey; leaving bark and … More
Tag: LAndscape Poetry
Preikestolen – WIll Vigar
The wrong shoes impede my ascent and I struggle-slip through grass and gorse. The keen thorned shrubs tug on … More
Losna (Winter) – Will Vigar
From beside a sun- paled bridge – enamel petals falling, brickle and bleached – I watch the mounting satellite – … More
The Guild of Mythographers 