I have recently become obsessed with the free verse poetry of Norman MacCaig. It would be a marvellous and impossible preoccupation to ‘illustrate’ his works; I don’t think he would have approved. This is my first attempt but expect more.
An extract from his poem Small Lochs:
I know they’re just H2O in a hollow
Yet not much time passes without me thinking of them
Dandling lilies and talking sleepily
And standing huge mountains on their watery heads
This is Loch Long near Dornie and as the name implies, not the small loch which MacCaig has in mind, nevertheless, it does serve to illustrate the last line (click on the image to see the enlarged view).