Something meditative and tranquil they want for the penultimate poem of NaPoWriMo2019. Also Day 1 of my Road Trip in the Highlands of Scotland.
At the beginning
a seagull wheeled in from the Clyde.
All the way up and across , a rib
of blue reflecting cloudless sky
in Highland waters –
Loch Lomand on our right,
Loch Ochy on our left,
Loch Ness on the right,
Kinlochleven on the left.
Lochs and locks
on the Caledonian Canal.
at the Moray Firth,
at the Donach Firth
until finally rusted iron rails
ran beside the North Sea
the gorse on the hills
sending its Malibu cocktail scent
through the car’s air vents,
its acid yellow following all the way
through Loch Lomond and the Trossachs,
Argyll and Bute,
Ross and Cromarty,
The blue and yellow passage,
the raven beside the road in Glencoe,
the crows scavenging seed
in the downy dales of Easter Ross.
From west to east.
Copyright 2019 Bee Smith