The Poetry Corner

Blue*Eyed Grasses

By Paul Cameron Brown

Rocky shale, pale voile, sun lighting the clearness of the bay; come Moccasin Flower or Grass Pink unto Painted Cup- big with primula eye, these septs off wild and inland seas. The delights of success and heartbreaks of failure among the people in the land below Tobermory; the rocks on the cold hill, the lilacs by the doors... And it was at their expense that this land came to be supplied with vitriol, camomile and liquorice, yea some camphor and jallop, oft'times basil, lemon or rhubarb - - all sent from Glasgow in wooden boxes stout as pioneer hearts.