Elaine Morrison
@elainemorrison.bsky.social
Scottish teacher, writer and activist.
Crew @paperboatswriters.bsky.social
📍Glenurquhart, 🏴 Highlands
Crew @paperboatswriters.bsky.social
📍Glenurquhart, 🏴 Highlands
Leaf mould black-brown, an upturned Peacock butterfly damaged; gently uprighted, plumage glows. A fleeting life. Rose-leaf stretchered to a geranium bloom grave, I bow my head in gratitude.
Ten minutes pass, maybe more. On my return it is gone.
Ten minutes pass, maybe more. On my return it is gone.
August 27, 2025 at 6:59 PM
Leaf mould black-brown, an upturned Peacock butterfly damaged; gently uprighted, plumage glows. A fleeting life. Rose-leaf stretchered to a geranium bloom grave, I bow my head in gratitude.
Ten minutes pass, maybe more. On my return it is gone.
Ten minutes pass, maybe more. On my return it is gone.
What the heck. Inspired by this lovely place I've shrugged off writers block and penned a wee essay at the last minute for #WordsOfTheWild comp. Not my finest - but words have been written. Now on with the main project.
July 11, 2025 at 4:21 PM
What the heck. Inspired by this lovely place I've shrugged off writers block and penned a wee essay at the last minute for #WordsOfTheWild comp. Not my finest - but words have been written. Now on with the main project.
Summer solstice salutations. Here’s a wee poem penned three years ago having spent the solstice eve by Loch Laide in Abriachan.
Poem published in Pushing Out the Boat Issue 17.
Poem published in Pushing Out the Boat Issue 17.
June 21, 2025 at 12:37 PM
Summer solstice salutations. Here’s a wee poem penned three years ago having spent the solstice eve by Loch Laide in Abriachan.
Poem published in Pushing Out the Boat Issue 17.
Poem published in Pushing Out the Boat Issue 17.
Bricht and blue through the canopy of the old garden apple, budding plenty for the autumn ahead.
June 19, 2025 at 6:58 AM
Bricht and blue through the canopy of the old garden apple, budding plenty for the autumn ahead.
I didn’t expect to see my face and poem at the reception desk of Inverness Central Library this evening.
A fine evening listening to poetry and song hosted by the ever joyous @kittyjomac.bsky.social
A fine evening listening to poetry and song hosted by the ever joyous @kittyjomac.bsky.social
May 29, 2025 at 11:12 PM
I didn’t expect to see my face and poem at the reception desk of Inverness Central Library this evening.
A fine evening listening to poetry and song hosted by the ever joyous @kittyjomac.bsky.social
A fine evening listening to poetry and song hosted by the ever joyous @kittyjomac.bsky.social
Fruit and veg corner. Verdant in the much needed shade of the old apple tree, twitching with hungry birds. Makeshift seedling protection using long-ago coppiced hazel, scraps of yarn and mouse-eaten fleece - a perhaps futile effort to deter the cats and hen. Rhubarb from our old garden bedding in.
May 23, 2025 at 10:50 AM
Fruit and veg corner. Verdant in the much needed shade of the old apple tree, twitching with hungry birds. Makeshift seedling protection using long-ago coppiced hazel, scraps of yarn and mouse-eaten fleece - a perhaps futile effort to deter the cats and hen. Rhubarb from our old garden bedding in.
0018hrs.
57.33N
Trees backlit by a streetlight beyond the mill burn cast leaf shadow.
Simmer dim.
57.33N
Trees backlit by a streetlight beyond the mill burn cast leaf shadow.
Simmer dim.
May 9, 2025 at 3:41 PM
0018hrs.
57.33N
Trees backlit by a streetlight beyond the mill burn cast leaf shadow.
Simmer dim.
57.33N
Trees backlit by a streetlight beyond the mill burn cast leaf shadow.
Simmer dim.
Looking after nature = looking after the garden.
‘Carol used to look after the garden with such care.’ Judgement from one of my new neighbours, clearly missing the point.
#nomowmay etc.
Now to tackle the streetlight issue.
‘Carol used to look after the garden with such care.’ Judgement from one of my new neighbours, clearly missing the point.
#nomowmay etc.
Now to tackle the streetlight issue.
May 9, 2025 at 7:42 AM
Looking after nature = looking after the garden.
‘Carol used to look after the garden with such care.’ Judgement from one of my new neighbours, clearly missing the point.
#nomowmay etc.
Now to tackle the streetlight issue.
‘Carol used to look after the garden with such care.’ Judgement from one of my new neighbours, clearly missing the point.
#nomowmay etc.
Now to tackle the streetlight issue.
Waiting out in the last-light to hear the first tawny owl call of the night. 9.45pm and drawing out.
April 28, 2025 at 8:53 PM
Waiting out in the last-light to hear the first tawny owl call of the night. 9.45pm and drawing out.
Procrastination Central.
April 17, 2025 at 11:07 AM
Procrastination Central.
No time for a dook today sadly - just a wee toe dip. Recycled glass green and as clear as I’ve seen a river. A longer stop off on Saturday is called for to wash away the week of visitors.
April 10, 2025 at 8:27 PM
No time for a dook today sadly - just a wee toe dip. Recycled glass green and as clear as I’ve seen a river. A longer stop off on Saturday is called for to wash away the week of visitors.
Loch Beinn a’ Mheadhain, Glen Affric.
Dook, family picnic and a daunder.
Dook, family picnic and a daunder.
April 8, 2025 at 3:54 PM
Loch Beinn a’ Mheadhain, Glen Affric.
Dook, family picnic and a daunder.
Dook, family picnic and a daunder.
A brief but precious interlude alone. Seeking shade under the bluest of Highland skies. The clarity of a blank page to gather my thoughts.
April 7, 2025 at 2:39 PM
A brief but precious interlude alone. Seeking shade under the bluest of Highland skies. The clarity of a blank page to gather my thoughts.
A wee detour from Snecky to Skite to visit the Maiden. Bricht-lichted aneath the Mither Tap.
#themaidenstone #pictishstones #thegarioch #bennachie #aberdeenshire
#themaidenstone #pictishstones #thegarioch #bennachie #aberdeenshire
April 3, 2025 at 6:53 PM
A wee detour from Snecky to Skite to visit the Maiden. Bricht-lichted aneath the Mither Tap.
#themaidenstone #pictishstones #thegarioch #bennachie #aberdeenshire
#themaidenstone #pictishstones #thegarioch #bennachie #aberdeenshire
Book post is best.
Home from work to find the paperback of @davidworthington.bsky.social ‘s fine book waiting for me. That’s school holiday reading sorted.
Home from work to find the paperback of @davidworthington.bsky.social ‘s fine book waiting for me. That’s school holiday reading sorted.
March 31, 2025 at 5:24 PM
Book post is best.
Home from work to find the paperback of @davidworthington.bsky.social ‘s fine book waiting for me. That’s school holiday reading sorted.
Home from work to find the paperback of @davidworthington.bsky.social ‘s fine book waiting for me. That’s school holiday reading sorted.
Lines and light.
March 22, 2025 at 7:12 PM
Lines and light.
Street lights are on but I’m refusing to accept the darkness of Sunday evening and all the connotations it brings.
March 2, 2025 at 5:37 PM
Street lights are on but I’m refusing to accept the darkness of Sunday evening and all the connotations it brings.
Helen Burness Cruickshank - poet, literary activist, suffragette - died on this day in 1975.
I am getting back on track with my book, following in her footsteps through Scotland, her poetry my guide.
Thanks for all you gave us Helen. Yours aye.
#helenbcruickshank #scottishliterature #amwriting
I am getting back on track with my book, following in her footsteps through Scotland, her poetry my guide.
Thanks for all you gave us Helen. Yours aye.
#helenbcruickshank #scottishliterature #amwriting
March 2, 2025 at 12:42 PM
Helen Burness Cruickshank - poet, literary activist, suffragette - died on this day in 1975.
I am getting back on track with my book, following in her footsteps through Scotland, her poetry my guide.
Thanks for all you gave us Helen. Yours aye.
#helenbcruickshank #scottishliterature #amwriting
I am getting back on track with my book, following in her footsteps through Scotland, her poetry my guide.
Thanks for all you gave us Helen. Yours aye.
#helenbcruickshank #scottishliterature #amwriting
Feeling off. Corrimony restored my balance.
February 18, 2025 at 8:20 PM
Feeling off. Corrimony restored my balance.
I wonder how many generations of corvids have nested in this old sycamore, how many new lives born in its branches as the dead are buried among its roots.
February 14, 2025 at 2:03 PM
I wonder how many generations of corvids have nested in this old sycamore, how many new lives born in its branches as the dead are buried among its roots.