Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
Stars above Loch Laomainn for one who has fallen in love with Scotland Marcus shivered in the snow and cold beneath the moonlit night that shone upon Beinn Laomainn. Rivers of milky light above reflected on the silver waters of the Abhainn Chluaidh, snaking calmly seabound. He dreamt of rising through crisp air slowly falling like star flakes, a glimmer on Loch Laomainn. Ghosts wrestled in his dreams of yesteryears, of ancient warfare, swords, the call of pipes o'er broken bracken. Marcus heard the cries of madness, death and birth from ancient crannogs and the heights of Innis Mheadhran. Awake, he swallowed lowland fear of heights looked up to drink in galaxies and unknown space older than Beinn Laomainn. He prayed that someday he would find his place among the stars reflected in Loch Laomainn. © 2009 Kåre Enga [165.439] 2009-02-09 I read an entry "Invalid Entry" by marcushogan and told him he should write a poem ... then again, why not me! I wove a couple things he said, researched a bit on Wikipedia, used the Gaelige names instead of English (just "because" and because Marcus uses Gaelic in his blog and they fit the rhythm well.) Research notes and links: Marcus suggests this musical link by Runrig: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pzQ1pNfbe3Q&feature=related blah blah blah: Yeah, yeah, yeah ... had stuffed cabbage yesterday afternoon and sushi in the evening. But, I didn't feel well and went home. I have a dripping nose and sneeze a lot ... now, be truthful, which one of you gave this to me? PLOGVILLE I have a nice picture on top thanks to NOVAcatmando : "Plogville, plogs and ploggers" If you know of folks that mix poetry in their blog on a regular basis or have a "just poetry" plog, please email me. Montana: 32º at noon Glasgow: 36º at 19:00 GMT 11,877 |