Monday, June 29, 2009

One Night in Tiree

Out of the sky blue
bus we flocked,
where eagles soared
and corncrakes mocked,
where white sands fled
the broken hour glass,
a bold, flirtatious sea
frilled into ribbons
of blue and ultra marine,
surf caressed Balephuil's
glistening crescent clean,
clover scented machair
cushioned each footfall so,
when we looked back,
we could not even see,
the place where we had been.

As if waking from a dream,
we queued on the jetty
and watched The Clansman seem
to grow out of a glassy sea.
While we still clung to memory,
mobiles began to chirp,
searching for a signal,
searching for another world,
round the clock coverage,
the death of a superstar,
a media monster rising
unbidden from the deep.

With such tentacles reaching everywhere,
who could blame the ones who could not see
what we still see, nor understand our yearning
for just one more night on Tiree.

As you might gather, a magical, restful week island hopping in the West of Scotland in the warm and generous company of Ann and Julian. We took in Luing, Mull and Tiree and had the advantage of a midge free week of blazing sunshine. Scenery and wildlife extraordinary.

1 comment:

  1. Anonymous8:11 AM

    this is my favourite one as I remember the wonderful day on Tiree.