Galloway Autumn


We say images are timeless

as though they last for ever

so hiding our terror of grief,

the fear of collapse into formlessness

or worse.


But if we peer through blurred lenses

in the morning stillness,

All we see is time, stretching back

to a pale horizon where the desert


Before us wait the witnesses
to a timescale beyond thought
letting the air sway them, drifting
to music outside our hearing, piping
the Fall.

Beyond the desert, this land
Sweated in the Tropics
A seething storm of life and colour
Smothering the landscape with excess,

Fearless in growth and display
Knowing that abundance must bring
Abundant death, in turn however
feeding vigour and fresh discovery
Through grief.

Transported from desert and Tropics
In both visions of Galloway
the wisdom of time has been garnered
Is celebrated in the Autumnal shades
before sleep.


This is another of a series of poems that were inspired by a book, “Scenes Through Different Eyes”. This was a collaboration between Phil McMenemy, a photographer whose images he has allowed me to post here and Julie Dumbarton, an artist whose work can be seen on her website ( They each brought their own skills and vision to the same landscape to create a beautiful book. Phil’s work can be explored on his Facebook page ( or on his website ( Having bought the book, I didn’t want it to sit ignored on a coffee table and so I wrote a sequence of poems that forced me to look and think about the photographs and paintings. They will be posted here over the next few weeks.


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