snow is on the ground here in chilly Scotland. Having the kids tag along meant that a planned walk at Whitelee Windfarm (below) didn’t get much further than the cafe, but we were rewarded by views of the freezing fog wreathing itself around the turbines. Here’s a couple of suitably frosty haiku…
Of frigid, frost-laden air.
Mist creeps, relentless.
Scars dell slopes and valley floors.
Things I’ve read this week…
I’ve linked to Nadine quite a lot, but to be honest if she’s going to write things like this then it’s her own fault! Her piece ‘Myosotis inhalation‘ is just lovely – some really evocative imagery and some of the phraseology is just so delicate.
I actually stumbled upon 44.8 x 93.4 by Martha Nance by accident as I had just finished writing my frosty haiku above. This is a beautiful piece of poetry, an exploration of nature followed by a harsh coming-down-to-earth.
Matthew Richardson is a writer of short stories. His work has featured in Gold Dust magazine, Literally Stories, Near to the Knuckle, McStorytellers, Penny Shorts, Soft Cartel, Whatever Keeps the Lights On, and Shooter magazine. He is an absentee member of the Glasgow Writers Group, a PhD student at the University of Dundee, a lucky husband, and a proud father.
Not necessarily in that order