Best Hebrides Poems

HEBRIDES

Big waves crash on a Hebrides shore,
Horizontal rain slashes the rocks.
There’s no shelter here, not even a crack,
There’s no wood here, and nothing to burn:
Frost giants hurl slivers of  ice.
The sun will rise twelve hours from now,
But by then, they say, the snow will...

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Seaweed, fragmented shell as cannonballs 
in maelstrom hurled upon the shore.
The bellowing wind cast all asunder
as Summer’s shoots from shifting sand were torn.
Such was Autumn’s storm.

The sleet was blown in horizontal sheets
as figures double-bent fought step by step
to make but little progress, homeward bound.
The sky...

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They gleam and shimmer in the perfect light
of paradise, known to the ancient gods 
as hallowed refuge, where the stars at night
pay homage from on high, and from the west
come ocean flower breezes, to a land
where sea and sand and sky hold boundless sway
and pastel...

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The moonlit ocean murmurs to the stars.
In drowsy rhythm, wavelets lap the strand.
They whisper tales of places near and far
and songs that have been sung since time began.
It’s here that you and I, who’ve sailed the seven seas,
have found our piece of heaven, in the...

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The grey skies shift to blue, and now a breeze
is heralding a longed-for transformation.
With rainbow colours Mother Earth is blessed 
and all the islands of the west caressed, reborn.
Sweet Summer knows no storm....

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music for the soul
            the lilting of the seasons
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Perfectly formed in a challenging terrain,
low and squat they lie and ever-ready
to shrug off Hebridean wind and rain
with weathered roofs and walls rock-steady.
In days of yore, a refuge from the storm,
now picturesque, and just a bit forlorn....

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Perfectly formed in a challenging terrain,
low and squat they lie and ever ready
to shrug off Hebridean wind and rain,
with weathered roofs and walls rock steady.
In days of yore, a refuge from the storm,
now picturesque, and just a bit forlorn....

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