Though ’Twere 10,000 Waves
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If you were near a distant loch, away
The miles from England where I dream of you,
Dream daydreams of the hair on you, Strathspey
Between us, not to mention blue Loch Ewe,
My heart would take me like an Irish saint
To holiness as harried by the worst
Of winds that seas have known. The worst constraint
Could never stop me. Every wave would burst
Away because my chest would smash against
The salt of ocean weakness. Leather boat
Would take me sacred, arms and chest fornenst
The elements. My sainted veins would gloat.
No colours, none, could hold me back. The rust
Of autumn bracken would in love combust.
by phillipw | Dec 21, 2024 | Uncategorized |