DAVID FYANS

MA, BA (hons, First Class)

An Ode To Cairisiadar

On the wind blasted moraine
Across the skin of sleeping giants we creep
Two startled grouse
A conversation in sine tones with an oystercatcher

The wind ripples the surface of the loch
A fizzing between the elements
A three walled structure built into the side of a cliff
The network of cairns

Seams of rock, fingers jutting
Land seldom traversed, lying in state
The ancient stones vibrate in time
Secrets whispered only to birds and heather

You cannot capture this with lens nor brush
Electromagnetic movements too vast and slow to sense
This is majesty dreaming
The same now as then, then as now, always different