Category Archives: Poetry

Between Gales (January 2015)

Posted on February 8, 2015 by lorianapauli

You wake to deep grey darkness. No spark to lighten your tentative walk to the kitchen trying to avoid the curled up dog. Communication utilities are dead. But then the comfort of candles, of a roaring fire, a coffee with … Continue reading →

Posted in Berneray people, gales, Islands, Outer Hebrides, Poetry, seasons | Tagged , , , , | Leave a comment

A letter to a dead Scot deeply concerned about tradition

Posted on July 5, 2014 by lorianapauli

In NIGHT FALLS ON ARDNAMURCHAN (*) Alasdair Maclean says: “For a culture to be worthy of the name, for it to succour natives rather than entertain tourists or entertain those who, in cultural matters, are but tourists in their own … Continue reading →

Posted in Art, Gaelic, Island Voices - Guthan nan Eilean, Language, Music, Outer Hebrides, Poetry, tradition-culture | Tagged , , , , | Leave a comment

Hebridean

Posted on June 28, 2014 by lorianapauli

So she went for a visit to the Islands, bought a ticket and rattled through great scenery. A friend picked her up at the station. The sky was blue the journey pleasant and by the time they reached Broadford the … Continue reading →

Posted in Outer Hebrides, Poetry, seasons, Weather | Tagged , , , , | 2 Comments

Sunday morning

Posted on January 1, 2014 by lorianapauli

‘Will you come with me to the beach?’ ‘No,’ she said, ‘I have to make myself ready for church.’ So, I walk alone, only me and my dog and God.   It is a sunny late September Sunday, mild and … Continue reading →

Posted in Fauna, Flora, Isle of Berneray, Land- and seascapes, Nature, Outer Hebrides, Personal, Poetry, seasons, Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Telegraphic poles

Posted on February 18, 2013 by lorianapauli

  along the roads on our isles                            they really should stand straight and in one line but as your eye travels the pattern          … Continue reading →

Posted in Outer Hebrides, Poetry | Tagged , , , , | Leave a comment

Valentine day’s choice of colours

Posted on February 15, 2013 by lorianapauli

with a poem by Peter Kerr there is a softness in the late-afternoon sky the pale pastel palette suffused with a subtle chalkiness that merges the lightest of blues with lemon-highlights left behind by the departing sun these lying between the hinted gentle greys that grow in depth within … Continue reading →

Posted in Land- and seascapes, Outer Hebrides, Poetry | Tagged , , , , , | Leave a comment

My poem of the month

Posted on December 1, 2012 by lorianapauli

a poem by RUMI, a 13th-century Persian Muslim poet, jurist, theologian, and Sufi mystic. (A very free interpretation by myself. If somebody knows the English translation, please, let me know) ************************************************************************************ Beloved, I offered myself to you in the scent … Continue reading →

Posted in Nature, Personal, Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged , | Leave a comment

The lost song

Posted on November 6, 2012 by lorianapauli

the lost song the bark of a gnarled oak the smell of fresh coffee hanging in the kitchen deep-throated laughter rising somewhere tenderness childlike delight still wonder determination and the urge to express all this in his voice but he … Continue reading →

Posted in People of the Uists, Personal, Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged , , | Leave a comment

The Gift

Posted on October 27, 2012 by lorianapauli

The Gift Four small light brown spotted eggs held in the perfect round of that tiny nest and my father behind me smiling at us the six year old child and the Hawthorn in full bloom and I knew then … Continue reading →

Posted in Personal, Poetry | Tagged , | 2 Comments

The weaver of words

Posted on October 20, 2012 by lorianapauli

the weaver of words  (for P.K.) he harvests colours of sky and sea weaving shades of dawn and noon into a tapestry threading apricot and blues -turquoise, sapphire, indigo- but while the mesh grows on his loom and he has … Continue reading →

Posted in Crafts, Language, Outer Hebrides, People of the Uists, Personal, Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , | 1 Comment