Atoms of Delight: Ten Pilgrimages in Nature, Kenneth Steven, 2024
March 2026
A short book of essays by a Scottish poet about, essentially, walks he has taken — essays are usually followed by a poem that relates to the walk described. I believe that the phrase “Atoms of Delight” is taken from Scottish writer Neil Gunn.
I’m enjoying the book, and the poems, but mildly rather than intensely. I stumbled across this book in a bookstore, while looking for something else. This is part of my effort to read more books that describe the landscape.
Serpentine
Recounting a walk to St Columba’s Bay that he has taken many times, both as an adult and especially as a child, and how the walk rekindles in him the feeling of being a child.
- A memory of running ahead and waiting for his parents to catch up.
- And, today, imagining that he can catch glimpses of his parents, from years ago, walking.
- The bay is held in rock arms, and the ocean is fierce, not “any gentle sea lapping at the lips of the bay.”
- Somewhere out in the bay there is a reef of serpentine, and he describes the pebbles they form, “like sweets specifically designed to catch the eye of a child.”
- He describes gathering cobbles as a child — you’re either a tide dancer or a sifter. “I still come here, year on year, to be blown out of myself and into childhood.“
Hold it to the light and it changes
becomes a globe of fractures;
a cavern of ledges and glinting—
not one green but many at once.…carrying the cuts of its journey,
the brokenness letting in the light
The High Lochs
An essay remembering the highlands, where his mother’s people are from, and where his parents went for outings, his mother fly-fishing, and his father bird watching.
“The fossil imprints left in the mind can only be chiseled out only as stories, because no other evidence survives. “
“It always seemed an impossible blue, perhaps because it was set against such dark garments of moorland.“
“The silence was like a thin, beautiful layer of ice, something you didn’t want to break.“
“At night the sky a breath of stars“
Cloudberries
About a time spent in the Norwegian arctic with the Sami, shortly after Chernobyl.
“The plateau wasn’t just a bare back of rock and trees: it undulated – rose and dipped and rose again. There were hollows and little dark eyes of pools that I recognised as lochans.“
Conkers
Not a bad essay, but this one did not speak to me.
The Pool
A Treasure
Agates
The Santa Crux Well
The Oaks
The Northern Lights
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