This poem got published by the BlueHouse Journal today. I leave a link below. It is a complete rewrite of a piece I started last summer, while staying on the Isle of Skye, a place that has inspired much of my writing in the past and will undoubtedly do so in the future.
Sgeir Mhor
To the left of Portree Bay,
just metres from the headland,
lies Sgeir Mhor, the Black Rock,
a proud, barnacled bolder,
pockmarked by centuries
and protected by the sea
from unwanted intrusions
half of the time.
I walked to this skerry
at the lowest tide,
stepped from stone to stone,
balanced on slippery seaweed
and played hide and seek
with the carefree licks
of the Atlantic,
hungry for more.
I didn’t get my feet wet.
As I stood on the highest,
the blackest stones,
I wished I could reach
the dark rocks in my heart
just as easily, nimble,
in a few confident strides,
at the right moment of flow.
But my heart is not tidal.
Here’s the link to issue 5 of the BlueHouse Journal with the theme of stones.
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A brilliant one, Britta. You nailed all the details. 🙂
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Thanks, Terveen, much appreciated. It’s a beautiful place. Does the poetry all by itself, really. All I had to do was to jot it down.
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Says the modest writer/poet. 😉
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