It all depends upon how you look at it. This is the last poem in a piece I’ll share this weekend, at Wigtown Book Festival  – This Impossible Rim…and I’m intrigued by what can happen to a poem when you don’t give it a ‘frame’ but simply share it, meaning what you say with those you say it to. I was struck by how much influence the outside had on what I saw in viewing these beautiful paintings in Dumfries & Galloway, Scotland. We (the bus tour folk and I) were on route during Spring Fling, earlier in the year. 


A window pane slicing the sky

into nine chunks of farm-fresh daylight

bouncing off your magenta wish

of a sunset, the glass framing

your wistful shore

reflecting what’s out there

all over what was.


All your beguiling brushstrokes

(beautiful seas, tangerine sands

throbbing core-lit clouds)

are competing with Today,

with a cut of spring, stamped

on the shiver of your loch –

another window on your world

made possible by a wall

and where you live.

Skye Loneragan is the 2016 Writer in Residence for Spring Fling and Wigtown Book Festival.

This two part residency involves Skye visiting studios throughout SF 2016 (28-30 May 2016), sharing poetry across distances with those on the Spring Fling studio tour & performing to those on the shuttle buses. Over the next couple of weeks we will be publishing some of Skye’s poems here on the blog on the lead up to WBF 2016. Skye will be performing her poetry at Wigtown Book Festival (23 Sept – 2 Oct 2016).