Alltsaigh, Loch Ness - the Scotch Highlands
I made a pact with you near water's edge:
Before the campers came, I would remove
The drawings on the hostel's kitchen walls
In which you are a few sad and patient tires
Half in some blued-out lake with dragon face
So patently fading to public white
. You said you would never come back up
To startle us again or find disgrace…
So you said going black under blue;
I knew you would be back
Sailing these spindrift waters
Diving the bone-deep depths and taunting us
Across the waves with your rippling spines,
And flair for bumbling melodrama.
Therefore, I have kept my watch
And evenings, a blue sword in darkness,
I look downward and slip off into the night
Copyright Thomas Martin,2006-2015
Published Sketch book--Spring 2010
I made a pact with you near water's edge:
Before the campers came, I would remove
The drawings on the hostel's kitchen walls
In which you are a few sad and patient tires
Half in some blued-out lake with dragon face
So patently fading to public white
. You said you would never come back up
To startle us again or find disgrace…
So you said going black under blue;
I knew you would be back
Sailing these spindrift waters
Diving the bone-deep depths and taunting us
Across the waves with your rippling spines,
And flair for bumbling melodrama.
Therefore, I have kept my watch
And evenings, a blue sword in darkness,
I look downward and slip off into the night
Copyright Thomas Martin,2006-2015
Published Sketch book--Spring 2010
Love this poem!
ReplyDeleteI am going back to Scotland in July and will be on the lookout for the Loch Ness "Big Guy"
thought you might have some fun with this
ReplyDeleteThe Road (encrypted haiku)
We hunt after this
In seasons that hold ever
That road used to hope
clue - first letters