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...

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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...

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			A Gealic Song

Gneiss. 
	Ancient.
Vying with Earth herself for the Crown of Age.

In the Hebrides
Lie the Stones of Calanais
Stubborn chthonic deities of a common past
Rising up...

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O sing to me of Luskentyre's white sands,
sing of the distant Hebrides,
and in each note I'll hear the whispering wind
searching the machair in a soft...

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In homage to the waters around the UK and all those who sail them...


Late at night and early dawn
Like clockwork - every day are heard
Those...

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Villanelle: French Gourmand once sailed to the Isle of Ewe
  
     Dedicated to the great French actor, Off Course!

French Gourmand...

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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...

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"Roll Call"




Where are your
soft waves to drown in
when I think of you

are they withheld
and our names 
suspended 

marked on some 
banal roll call
written on a...

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Oh, write tae me of the highlands, 
the crisp air and the damp. 
Write tae me of the heather'd fields 
'ere Bonnie Charlie danced. 

Oh,...

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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...

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What fun it would be to sail on a ship
Over all the world on a pleasure trip
Riding the waves from shore to shore
Landing to browse...

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A lonely solitary sound 
With voice still young and yet profound 
Floats lightly cross a mountain stream; 
Her song an all consuming dream. 
No Nightingale...

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Long Ago, Memories Of A Cold Winter Night Conversation
(Narrative/Rhyme)

Hebridean isles, once sang to me in a dream,
She her beautiful hair silky, so very long
There rests...

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The Rottweiler

I wouldn’t provoke a Rottweiler
Not unless I were prepped like a miler
Seems a little inbreeding
Done without heeding
Has turned Benji into a Sieg Heiler

The Saint...

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He 
Said
Words could
Not express
Scottish Hebrides
Outer banks, only music could 
Mendelssohns' Violin Concerto in A Minor
Expresses the beauty, wind, barreness, the sand, waves, the castles, the...

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