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Glendale

by Sazmac 

Posted: 28 May 2004
Word Count: 123


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I walk the black lava shores of Glendale
To find you a small stone.
The mist rolls down off the table lands
And mingles soft with the salt breath on my lips.
I slip on the oily wrack and remind myself that
I have exiled myself here
Far away from you.
But your words still sing to me
Like the cuckoo
Distant but there.
Driving south later I drift with the Eels
Through Bracadales ghost filled rain,
The gorse lights my way south.
And then on Taliskers shore
Where peat and oil and seaweed
Drift through the mist onto my tongue.
I drink in the angels share,
The distance between us vanishes
For a sweet instant
As you sing to me of Bowmore.






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Nell at 08:33 on 28 May 2004  Report this post
Sazmac, this is so beautiful, so full of imagery, longing and mystery. The poem brings all the senses into play, the reader sees, hears, smells tastes and feels the speaker's surroundings as well as his/her emotion. I love the wondering of why he/she has exiled him/herself there, Like the cuckoo/Distant but there., love too - oh, all of it! Exceptional, one to return to.

Nell.

Lottie at 09:39 on 28 May 2004  Report this post
Hi Sazmac

Welcome!

I really enjoyed reading this, it got me all a tingly inside.

From the start to finish it captures the reader.

I like "To find a small stone" and "ghost filled rain", and like Nell I too am wondering why "I have exiled myself here" ?

Very nice :-)

Regards, Lottie

joanie at 12:16 on 28 May 2004  Report this post
Beautiful. The images are wonderful; I was with the writer all the way, tasting, hearing, seeing, feeling all the emotion.

'The distance between us vanishes/For a sweet instant' - made me very emotional. Lovely.

joanie



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Forgot to say that I love the idea of finding a small stone. I know the feeling exactly!

poemsgalore at 18:22 on 28 May 2004  Report this post
You make the places so real, I can almost feel the salt spray on my skin.

Kipper at 08:53 on 31 May 2004  Report this post
A delicious evocation of Skye, the personal longing fits beautifully with the salty peaty mist-clad surroundings. Liked too the beacon gorse. Very nice - pass me a single malt!

Kipper.

Account Closed at 12:34 on 31 May 2004  Report this post
Very sensuous stuff and I loved the way the words took you right to the place described. A poem of journeying and loss - lovely!

Anne B

Okkervil at 20:29 on 23 June 2004  Report this post
Hallo, Sazmac! Marvellous poem- It's so redolent of the rugged loneliness, and I liked the mingling of the manufactured with the natural, the natural place that driving takes nestled in there, and the line 'Where peat and oil and seaweed Drift through the mist onto my tongue.' It's just great. Often, the places you describe can evoke the feelings you write about regardless of place in life... not that I'm a mopey fellow, but I love any Northern coastline, and you've captured the atmosphere so well!

Sazmac at 20:55 on 23 June 2004  Report this post
Thank you all for your comments. It is encouraging to get feedback as this is new to me.

Nell and Lottie - you ask why the exile - some times you need to remove yourself from someone to give yourself some space. Especially if you are not allowed to be with the person. Hence the exile.

Glad you all liked the place - I could write forever about the north west, cept for everyone would be asleep - hopefully with a dram inside them.


Thank you for reading and take care,

Saz



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