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Skye

We dreamed of it for years

and then it came

bigger and better

than any imagining

wreathed in mist

and mystery

.

Across the bridge

and on to Portree

we headed north

to greet the

Old Man of Storr

stoic on the hillside

and rambled through

the rugged land

of Quiraing

.

We traced dinosaur footprints

big as dustbin lids

in Uig

picnicked in

the landslip of

the Fairy Glen

tasted the thrill of

cliff climbing at Elgol

and sighed as we lost the

Inaccessible Pinnacle

in a storm

.

We feasted at

‘The Skye Pie Company’

gazed at Staffin Island

dreaming of fiddle tunes

took the single track

road to Neist Point

to stand in open-mouthed wonder

soaked our toes

in the Fairy Pools

and marvelled at the Cuillin

with their promise of forever

.

We toasted it all

at Talisker

salt on our tongues

warmth in our hearts

with the grateful

melancholy of

day’s end and

time well spent

together

.

By Carys Owen

dVerse Poetics

15 Replies to “Skye”

  6. Skye is a place I’d love to visit, Carys, and you brought it to me I your poem. I love the image of the island ‘wreathed in mist and mystery’ and the thought of greeting the Old Man of Storr ‘stoic on the hillside’. My grandson would love to see ‘dinosaur footprints big as dustbin lids’ – although we will be taking him to ROARR! in August when they come up to visit. Personally, I would like to explore the Fairy Glen and Fairy Pools.

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