videography by Bodi Hallett
Inversnaid
This darksome burn, horseback brown, His rollrock highroad roaring down, In coop and comb the fleece of his foam Flutes and low to the lake falls home. A windpuff-bonnet of fawn-froth Turns and twindles over the broth Of a pool so pitchblack, fell-frowning, It rounds and rounds Despair to drowning. Degged with dew,…
