If Éire Be My Wife, Then Caledonia Be My Lover

Posted on October 25, 2014

4


The Glenfinnan Monument and Loch Shiel in the background in Scotland Picture courtesy of dsphotographic.com

The Glenfinnan Monument and Loch Shiel in the background in Scotland
Picture courtesy of dsphotographic.com


If Éire be my wife, then Caledonia be my lover
A temptress of beauty like no other
She leads me astray all over her curves
From the mountains, the islands, the sea and surf

A wildness comes over me when I embrace her
An animal instinct long buried, now to serve
She teaches me something new every time
Wanting me to be hers and she mine

I move through her glens, her water run wild
I feel rejuvenated like a wee child
A sense of wonder, of belonging she brings
Showing my true self, oh how she sings!

Her beaches clean, white and pure
Here I sit here at the ocean shore
Listening to the waves with their song
Rippling their myriad of voices, oh How I belong!

Skye her wild offspring a beautiful delight
I would never give her up without a fight
Oban and Tobermory strum a different tune
Dolphins and seals play till the waters meet the moon

Glencoe a beautiful and magical place even when grey
Where her children died in a massacre felt till this day
Full of legends of mythical creatures
The land and its sea wonderful teachers

Ben Nevis rises to the glory of the skies
Where the eagle soars in a majestic cry
The Stag stand proud in autumns rut
Their antlers ring out across to the lonely hut

Edinburgh the temptress on the right of my shoulder
Horns and tail wag wickedly as I get older
Her streets old full of Gothic charm
I wonder with a smile what could be the harm…

Oh how I wish I could be in both places
Éire and Caledonia they have two faces
One of beauty that calms the soul
One a temptress that knows me whole

*First published by August 13th 2011 at 11:27 and re-edited on 25th October 2014 0759

Advertisements
Posted in: Poetry