I took the path to the Fairy Pools today, at the foot of the Black Cuillins. Always a magical experience. I feel a lot happier and lighter now. A lot wetter too. My toes are slowly starting to recover from the cold water. Brilliant, brilliant day. Just what I needed.
Water Falls
The morning mist hides
the Black Cuillins
like a well kept secret.
I follow the gravel path
to the Fairy Pools.
My feet are in them
before my head gets
the chance to object
and spoil the magic.
Toes wiggle free and
the cold crystal blue
takes away all shapes.
Broken lines heal
the blemishes and
imperfections of
dull and sober years.
Suddenly submersed,
I’m young and whole
under the surface.
The sun burns away
the last remaining clouds
to reveal the dark mountains.
Cottongrass and dragonflies
dance in the gentle breeze
and I see my mermaid’s tail
shimmer for the fraction
of a precious second,
reflecting the entire universe
as water falls.
Britta Benson
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