Beyond Merlin Crag

beyond Merlin Crag

a glistening Aradaidh awaits

the broken sky as breathless as I

plodding rather than prancing

up the rough track more

usually travelled by machine

bumping and jostling

its cossetted occupants

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Communication cord

The bridge had lost its lustre; that feat of engineering which spanned

the easy ebb and flow and troubled spates and spats.

The cantilevered communication cord between parallel banks of opinion

scarred with scribbles, oversaw the writing on the wall for lesser structures.

The odd creak but a reassuring solidity remained nonetheless.

There was an occasional facelift of course, a fresh burst of enthusiasm now and then

but even neglected it still outlived many life spans, generations of storms.

A monument to its simplicity and truth.

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Symphony

A wild moon threatens the still

spruce silhouetted on the skyline.

The shadow hound stalks at pace,

scent marking his territory at will.

The owl screeches, wise to the time

whilst the seeker whistles prematurely

and a mother barks warning her kind.

The haunting echo of the distant roar

taunting the neighbouring balladeers,

a prelude: the percussive climax to come.

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