Reason
I can't write without a reader. It's precisely like a kiss - you can't do it alone.
John Cheever
Rhyme
The Ring of Brodgar, Orkney
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On that summer day,
it was easy to hear echoes of Skara Brae's storm in the whispering tide, feel Viking fingers in Maeshowe's runes, but the Ring ... the Ring stood like a palisade, its crooked teeth biting at fierce blue sky, gritting them at colours' sharpness as it trapped me, obstinately, in the present. |
Then, closing my eyes,
I touched a megalith. It was cracked by more than four millennia of frosts, bearded with lichen, but as the lark sang sagas like bards of old I could feel rough hands on the June-warmed stone reaching along time's ley line to join with mine. |
Just imagination? Perhaps.
Yet the same sun shone on us both. |
This poem is taken from Rowena M Love's The Chameleon of Happiness, published by Makar Press. To find out more about Rowena and her writing visit her web page.
Along with Jim Hughes, Michael Malone and Sheila Templeton, Rowena M Love is a member of the Makar Poets.