A poem stamped into the clay with the hint of the shore in colour and in line. We hope this captures something of our wild beaches and islands here in Argyll – but maybe you see some other place? Curlews are one of Michaela’s favourite birds, calmly wandering along the shore as they do, and usually almost hidden by the sandy, rocky colours of their plumage. The poem is one of our favourites, a love song whichever way you read it..
There is a place in western sea
All blue-green colours dancing
It holds m heart in palm of ground
And is my soul romancing
On that place a curlew calls
A song of its belonging
For it is to you, my dearest one
To your island, I am coming
The framed piece is 36.5cm by 27cm.