hallaig
11-26-2012, 11:19 AM
A view of Rannoch moor, with the lochans
and the rocks and a few twisted trees.
It’s on calendars, like the ‘The Castle Eilean Donan’;
saw that once, looked fake to me.
Of course it’s a romantic view, but who wants
to see garlands of sick outside a shuttered shop
on a Saturday night, who’d buy a calendar like that?
And what’s real? I think of somewhere, not
a person for miles, me and the sky and the sound
of water and the wind just, wouldn’t care if it was raining,
and not a word, a world washed free of words, maybe round
about teatime if possible the sight of a small inn
and what if you were picking through the puddles
in those boots I saw in the distance this morning, you,
except carefree and strange and eager as me
to be part of the view.
and the rocks and a few twisted trees.
It’s on calendars, like the ‘The Castle Eilean Donan’;
saw that once, looked fake to me.
Of course it’s a romantic view, but who wants
to see garlands of sick outside a shuttered shop
on a Saturday night, who’d buy a calendar like that?
And what’s real? I think of somewhere, not
a person for miles, me and the sky and the sound
of water and the wind just, wouldn’t care if it was raining,
and not a word, a world washed free of words, maybe round
about teatime if possible the sight of a small inn
and what if you were picking through the puddles
in those boots I saw in the distance this morning, you,
except carefree and strange and eager as me
to be part of the view.