Old stones and ancient bones
poems from the hollow hills
a new book from Gordon MacLellan
But after a slightly hysterical trip to Orkney last year, I decided it was time to start sharing some of those more passionate moments with stones, bones, trees, woods and ponds. Old stones and ancient bones is the result: a small flock of poems inspried by neolithic sites, reclaimed limestone quarries and riverbanks
Getting your own copy: I will sooner or later have copies to sell - but I am on the road just now and won’t be home for another 3 weeks - it is probably quicker to get a copy direct from Lulu or maybe Amazon (but not on their system yet) - or order from your local independent book seller!
The hills are waiting, The satyr’s songs: the Waking Song, Broch of Gurness, Tomb of the Eagles, Anticipation 1 and 2, Kelpie
Taster poem to keep you going:
Falling into gold, and yellow, and russet,
As mist gathers,
Wool unravelled through the trees.
In the hollow dales,
The lake anticipates winter,
And the rune-cracked ice.
But for now,
Its dark, cold reflective depth
Is divination enough
Title: Old stones and ancient bones
Author: Gordon MacLellan
Publisher: Creeping Toad