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Half a yellow moon rising
capturing Gaelic songs of old
Sir Walter Scott's words like peripheral vines
enthralling me in fields of fragrant heather
the breeze is haunting
enshrouded with words of poets
Kirkcudbright whispers love
harbor of glass runs bright with sunset hues
verdant hills laced with clover
roses brighter than pirates treasure
moss cleaving to logs like green fire
cryptic blue stars gather in my eyes
olden tales and myths, the wine of Scotland
thistles remind me of freedom
elves smile like purple flowers
chants of warriors echoing in my dreams
double rainbow prisms paint hope.
I long for my homeland
So do I.
So do I. Pictish pride runs in my veins.
Its
Just so hugely embedded in us. I'm between half to almost three quarters Scottish, but I identify with it more than the other part.
Thanks for your kind words and for the comment,:)
Hugs, Koko
Poetry is passion,imagination & soul mixing together....
Words
Thank You I enjoyed your
Thank You I enjoyed your poem. Look more to reading more of your work.
Thanks for comment
I'm glad it held some appeal,.
I appreciate your time to read this and for your interest!
Koko
Poetry is passion,imagination & soul mixing together....
Words
Always interested in my
Always interested in my ancestry and heritage.