Inspiration & Desperation

There are so many beautiful places in the world. People now travel far more than in the C20th. My parents were unusual in that they went to America in the late 1920s but thankfully, they returned a few years later. Had they not, I might have now been living in Trumptown.

I do despair though when I see so many people taking selfies. I want to take photos of the landscapes, not photos of myself. I know what I look like and I know where I am. I don’t need a selfie to remind me or anyone else. When I look at other people’s photos I want to see the views, not the view partially obscured by bodies.

There was an interesting article in the Guardian by Rhiannon Lucy Cosslett who writes about the current addiction to selfies and Instagram.

In spite of all the beautiful places I’ve seen, the places that have inspired more of my poetry are all in the Machars triangle of Dumfries and Galloway. I’ve lost count of how many poems have been written after walks on the beaches here.

This is one of the many …

Capturing Medusa at Monreith

There, a rock cloaked with wrack

no longer sea-sculpted clean, but

now a gorgon, hunched over victims.

Varicose veins of knobbled quartz

protrude as white fat in a carcass.


Chthonic tresses cast dark shadows

onto greywacke. High above cliffs,

ravens blot an ink-blue sheet of sky.

My camera captures lurking Medusa

while raucous ravens fly away free.



Author: annedunford

Now fulfilling my ten year old self's ambition to become a writer - it's taken many years and a long,long winding road to get here! After a lifetime spent teaching, making miniature ceramics, returning to teaching and training, I am now indulging in a lifelong ambition to write!

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