Kilchurn

[hallaig]

Kilchurn


Smoke on water,
clouds and mirrors,
reeds like drowned arms.
You stir a painted toe in
the loch and light shivers,
last sparks of the summer.
It would be easy to be lost here:
we fall in and out of dreams,
and could die as easily as lose our way.
Night takes everything, you say,
and soon there is just voice, then less,
stars are sewn in gold at last,
and cold’s a kiss.

[Twota]

i like it alot =D

[PrinceMyshkin]

After the assertve strength of all the preceding lines I felt a wee bit of disappointment with that quiet final line.

[everyadventure]

Oh, what beauty and grace in this "wee" little poem. "light shivers, last sparks of the summer..."

I wish I were there. Lovely, lovely, lovely (as always).

[hallaig]

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I wish I were there. Lovely, lovely, lovely (as always).

Well here you are, Madam. You've got to imagine it's four hours later and you're about to split up with a girl with green toenails, though.

http://www.discoverscotlandtours.com/fpss/slideshows/discscotmain/images/KilchurnCastle.jpg

[everyadventure]

Oh, so beautiful. How could you manage to break up with ANYONE there? Even if she did have green toenails...

[hallaig]

wasnae me, was the green toed one that did the deed

[Delta40]

I really like the tranquil subsiding into quiet of this piece

[Bar22do]

this is really very beautiful. thanks, Bar

[hillwalker]

Perfectly captured in words - the magic of the place and the sense of occasion. Another one deserving to be read over and over.

H

[yuka]

I love the atmosphere. a concise and infectious piece.

[everyadventure]

This truly is a poem you want to visit again...

[Haunted]

it's really beautiful, for a moment I felt transported. Thank you!

[ucello]

Kilchurn


Smoke on water,
clouds and mirrors,
reeds like drowned arms.
You stir a painted toe in
the loch and light shivers,
last sparks of the summer.
It would be easy to be lost here:
we fall in and out of dreams,
and could die as easily as lose our way.
Night takes everything, you say,
and soon there is just voice, then less,
stars are sewn in gold at last,
and cold’s a kiss.

It's so interesting to look beyond the first page! I've just found yours, a Scottish pearl, I'd say. "stars are sewn in gold at last" is so beautiful that it aches.