Inside Tobar na Marbh
Robin Robertson, 5 December 2019
“... the simmer dim; that broken birdlike a furtive Christ, moving, in the half-light, tree to tree;the fox on the beach, the deer at gaze, the bite of fireat the gorse-field; the way men passed the deadthrough a hole they’d made in the wall, then closed it fastagainst the soul returning. Snow-wreathsin the high hills, the low lochs steaming in the dawn;the way a ... ”