The Lochs, Coldness, Love
Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem
Large lochs move far away and farther. So
It seems at least without you near in space
And time, in eons time, or nearly slow
As that without you. In their silent bass
They sing in slowest time and silently
Because they do not love. The realm they live
In always has involved a deep stone plea,
Though wordless, while they always say, “Stay. Give.”
The smaller lochs sing silently their notes
Of treble keys, soprano or far higher.
Their silent serenading never floats
Away on Scotland’s death of lost desire.
The larger lochs are bullies. They demand
