This winter tableau, and the flutter of summer wings below it, both come from Kate Murray’s poetry pamphlet, From the Lang Rig.                        

SEEN FROM THE LANG RIG

February sun.

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Inchcolm becalmed

on a jade plateau;

sugar-cube Bass Rock

perched on a length

of bridesmaid-blue satin ribbon.

~

Due North by Burntisland

a reach of the Forth alchemised

to a golden crocodile

suns itself out of inertia,

glides westwards

through Mortimer’s Deep.

POLYOMMATUS ICARUS –AND THEY CALL IT COMMON BLUE!     

I follow where it leads

in fly-dance-flutter;

orange-eyeletted,

brushed with pearl from

the gates of Shangri-la.

~

It settles. Opens

Cerulean wings

fibrillating

my heart strings,

bringing me down

~

to lie long gazing

high, until I find

where the butterfly shape

was jigsawed from

the blue, blue sky.