Crumbling crags of Coigach red
Swifts and swallows overhead
Towering thunderclouds, tops glacier white,
Undersurface glowering black; all the might
Of God’s creation poised to fling
Immense elemental energy. Sing
In praise of colours, textures sharp,
Stones at rakish angles, stark
Against lurid colours of the sky.
The rocks melt slowly, far below pieces lie:
Crumbs dropped from the table of a huge beast:
Wind and storm erosion slowly feast.
Jo Hansen 