Poetry Map of Scotland poem no. 82: Findhorn

Findhorn Words


She makes poems

strung from sea-shells

collected on the far shore

filled with North sea breezes

blowing back time

snatched from partings

when waves sleep alone

crowded with wishes

and the memory

of love’s open door.


Eileen Carney Hulme

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