Negative Photography


Clouds like negative photographs 

Celluloid the sky,
Wrap that snow covered hill
And make a Holy mantle
That’s all there is here to warm,

North wind bloweth
The clods wet,
Cold blanket.

There’ll be nae comfort here
Roman soldier.

The rievers axe and bustle.
Who’s your clan
Where do they stay?
You’re close to the border
The blood thirsty border

Swoosh your white cloak

Around your bent heed and

as

Silent as snowfall,

Be on your way.

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