Visiting the Relatives
Feet traipse across well-worn pebbles, shrouded in a veil of snow-white sand,
Ghostly marram grasses, process quietly alongside the path, leading the way,
In the distance, the evening sun is falling asleep in the soft, undulating sea,
Opening the wrought iron gate, this walled, sacred ground, holds dear, the past, of forebears,
Resting in eternity.
Dancing
Dancing in the soft west side winds,
Fields of pale barley corn,
Sway gently under the summer sun,
And,
Wild machair flowers, not wanting
to be outdone,
Flounce their petticoats of colour,
And, join in this sumertime fun.
Bog Cotton
Bog cotton,
Cotton white,
White silk,
Silk smooth,
Smooth to touch
Bog cotton,
Ghost white,
Fluffy heads,
Lifting skywards,
Spreading sedge.
A Walk
Machair sand,
Marram grass,
Hebridean land,
Quiet trespass,
Hand in hand.
Copyright May Byrne (Màili Byrne)