Poems from Elle's perspective

Impressions of Scotland

Promises of midsummer snowballs lie high on heathered hills
while castles and Culloden echo with the roar of clan battle cries.
An aromatic breeze carries a hint of malted whisky from the stills
and a rolling brogue to rumble from the lowlands to the hills.
Highland coos graze peacefully, 'neath the blades of scattered windmills,
mists swirl in from somber seas to sweep a shroud - the shore's disguise.
Crows disturb the farmers' fields while buzzards guard the hills,
and Scotland's heart beats fiercely to the bagpipe's droning cries.


Triolet. Written 29 July 2014.