Monday 27 April 2015
Glenfinnan.
I stood by the waters edge
pine loaded islands
bowed
low into the mist.
Climbing high up the tower
it seems my head swirls
visions
in a vapour cloud.
Rain drops cling
on whispy hair,
red,
wayward in the breeze.
Startling, a distant whistle
as Lords of the Isles
thunders past
westwards to the Kyle.
Here I feel the ages
surrounding like a rough cloak,
reeking of old peat smoke
and fallen dreams.
The past presses down,
heavy as the hills,
purple,
a bruise on my heart.
KD 27/4/15
Magpie tale 267
One of the most emotionally,electrically, charged, historically,magnificent places I've ever been to, Like the ghosts of the clans are all around you. I cried.
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What is it about these liminal zones , trains , these primeval time travellng machines that place people in such a trance .....
ReplyDeleteif the photo panned out a bit you would see the amazing setting, its not the train as much as the place the train journeys through. x
ReplyDeleteYou really have captured the vast setting the picture misses out on. Worded wonderfully.
ReplyDeleteYou've drawn quite a picture here. Well done.
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