‘The snow falls soft,
its whirling mystery so quiet, silent, and profound...'
In My Great Brave Tunes, Teresa Doughty captures the cold beauty of the Scottish coast in intricate, elegiac poetry.
‘And on the boat to Knoydart - /still sea like black silk / hardly a ripple or motion / the wake of the water is white lace,' she writes in Deep Waters.
This stillness is contrasted with the passion that burns within the human soul. In Mortality, she writes: "I am a butterfly / underneath a pin.'
The poems are accompanied by twelve of Doughty's illustrations.
‘The snow falls soft,
its whirling mystery so quiet, silent, and profound...'
In My Great Brave Tunes, Teresa Doughty captures the cold beauty of the Scottish coast in intricate, elegiac poetry.
‘And on the boat to Knoydart - /still sea like black silk / hardly a ripple or motion / the wake of the water is white lace,' she writes in Deep Waters.
This stillness is contrasted with the passion that burns within the human soul. In Mortality, she writes: "I am a butterfly / underneath a pin.'
The poems are accompanied by twelve of Doughty's illustrations.