eclipse Posted February 3, 2015 Share Posted February 3, 2015 I have double vision after my eyes open like suitcases, looking out of the window at the pomegranate coloured twilight and a moon of red, Perhaps I am being invited to record my thoughts in this colour. Outside a chorus is led by an unknown bird singing the sky's song. I compare photographs with memories of my travels in Scotland, recall is different depending on the time of day or night-they are like two tattooists whose needles meet and conflict. Staying in Glasgow after being in Edinburgh and comparing the two is like trying to inflate a balloon from within. I wonder if someone somewhere in another dimension is recording these same events, ready with two suitcases. I have a vague yearning for a place never visited, that is hard to articulate, like the rain trying to cry-perhaps it is the same impulse that makes people want to believe in the loch ness monster. I visited the Fyrish monument which is now like a finger-less glove and Dunrobin castle, contrasting the two is like stroking a crown with a finger-less glove, but of course the glove is equally as valuable, restitching fingers with a golden thread. Had a ghost entered the dreams of a windhorse?, the winds blowing from the south west on the Isle of Skye were tremendous. I believe the underworld is overcrowded with ghosts and they are in search of alternative accommodation. My mind is filled with far too many images to quantify, I don't have the movements of a windhorse, but perhaps a ghost could enter a dream and share their judgment, which images from the Isle of Skye are the best and which ones will remain?- how far into the dream does the ghost have to go before being unable to find it's way back?, it will be difficult returning home after being stroked subtly into Scotland's slipstream and it will be a long time before completing the cache of echoes. My dreams about Scotland are trampled on by a windhorse, making wine, the moon is now it's normal colour and has thinned to a candle, maybe I could place it in a bottle with this page-the wine will probably be pomegranate coloured. Daylight approaches I have thoughts of Ben Nevis, people are waking, dreams will be cascading. Now I must accord with English protocol, the night has poured Scottish memories and my glass is full. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
badger11 Posted February 5, 2015 Share Posted February 5, 2015 This work is very readable. In fact I have read the poem several times and will return to read again. One of the brilliant threads: . I believe the underworld is overcrowded with ghosts and they are in search of alternative accommodation. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dcmarti1 Posted February 6, 2015 Share Posted February 6, 2015 Tremendous simile: -they are like two tattooists whose needles meet and conflict And enjoyed this haunting portion: I have a vague yearning for a place never visited Also enjoyed the imagery of "pomegranate". Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Benjamin Posted February 9, 2015 Share Posted February 9, 2015 An enjoyable and worthwhile read. I also have " a vague yearning for a place never visited" . I read in my childhood the colourful novels of Sir Walter Scott and Robert Louis Stevenson etc: Of the magic of the Western Isles, the majesty of The Highlands and the history. Always wanted to spend some time there, (I once booked a cottage on Orkney) but exotic travel took precedence. I envy anyone who has. Well done. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dr_con Posted February 12, 2015 Share Posted February 12, 2015 Agree with all of the above! This quote reminded me of Basho's poem " a vague yearning for a place never visited" “In Kyoto ...” BY BASHO TRANSLATED BY JANE HIRSHFIELD In Kyoto, hearing the cuckoo, I long for Kyoto. Which is about the highest praise I can give;-) Juris Quote thegateless.org Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
eclipse Posted February 12, 2015 Author Share Posted February 12, 2015 the vague yearning I had in mind was not for any place on earth but paradise Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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