silver turrets
glacial pillars
mist around
a castle barely there
whispered voices
disembodied
elusive valley
lost in mountains bare
enchanted hillsides
clouded rivers
vague departed
souls in coves and glens
tinkled laughter
those in knowing
dispatched from here
pale figures lived again
he and she there
those and them found
poor and paltry
rich and in between
past and present
glimpse of future
‘mid turrets, pillars
lives of all who’ve been
time entrapment
rooms revisited
sepulchre of spectres
seen before
craggy mansions
fog enshrouded
silver turrets
glacial pillars, evermore
vapour’d currents
earth, wind and fire
electrified in fields
still disbelieved
sparked by life-force
charged with purpose
redolent with birth and death
awake to unconceived
murdered, muted
self-inflicted
battle-wearied, shunned
the exodus
fled and fleeing
faith and courage
surrendered souls
in sickness and mistrust
silver turrets, glacial pillars
lost and found
the almost
nearly there
heaths, lush landscapes
hearts hardened, frozen
hope harkens
in the dale beyond despair
silver turrets
glacial pillars
whispered voices soothe
from castles, truths compare
Pretty bloody wonderful writing missy 😊
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Aw, thanks, Jen. I’m revisiting last year’s Nano novel and thinking on this year’s. They’ve obviously found their way into my dreams. 🙂
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You have a lot going on in that noggin it seems. You’re welcome 😊
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Brain like a peerie most days, Jen.x
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Smiling x❤️
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Mmm, generations within the lives of a castle, some there, some not. Remnants of a bygone time?
Or are looking across at the snow capped mountains surrounding homes and valleys in your domain, and the lives that come and go around them, but they, they never seem to change, always watching, seeing the changes below but never a part of this world, just recording the folly of men?
I see too many images in that one momus 🙂 , maybe you were a mistress of the Manor, lifetimes ago 😀
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Think you’ve hit on a few possibilities there, Mark. Apart from mistress of the manor. 😉
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Even so, it was beautifully written momus, it gave me a journey within 🙂
Sure you weren’t a queen then, or maybe even one of those big old oaks that have been around forever, watching the world go by 🙂
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Never been compared to a big, old oak before, Mark, but that’s more likely than a queen! Can’t see myself in regalia at all, at all. Big old oak I’ll go with. Or a river. Can I be a river? The River Coe’s right there. Must have seen plenty in passing. 🙂
All kidding aside, Mark, I’m glad it gave you a journey. I’ve been told, on more than one occasion, I was born an old soul so that might account for some of my wanderings. 🙂
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I very much think so momus. I think the spirit within has seen and done many, many things. That is why you touch so much in your dreams, or even in waking moments because you have learned to ‘feel’ that part within. If done with love the universe is yours 🙂
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I like the sound of that, Mark. I’m good on the loving (mostly everything!) so I claim oneness with the universe. Best buds. 😉
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That was really very good 😄
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Many thanks, Richard. Much appreciated. 🙂
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A hugely evocative poem, Anne-Marie, which speaks vividly about both the history and geography of your beautiful land. The tone (but not necessarily detail) made me think of Culloden, probably the eeriest place I have ever been to.
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For me, that’s Glencoe, Chris. Sent shivers through me and I had to get away from the place the first time I visited. Last year’s Nano is set in Glencoe so it’s interfering in my sleep again as the second one approaches. Strange how some places get to you.
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brought Brigadoon to mind
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Another kilt is on order. 😉
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You nailed the ending. Just awesome. X
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Thanks, Lisa. Some dreams write themselves.x
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No kidding! X
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I knew you’d know! 😉
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Love this. Can’t wait to see what comes next! xo
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I’ll need to get another early night in then, Cole. Set the landscape and go with the flow.x
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Get on it! I’m feeling very ‘homesick’ for Scotland this week. xo
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I’m feeling a bit like that myself, Cole. And I live here! Needing some Glencoe time now that I’m getting back into it. Have to talk nice to Frank and see if we can’t get a jaunt away before snow cuts us off from those parts. West End’s calling too. 😉
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Really enjoyed this, Anne Marie.
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Many thanks, Daniel. 🙂
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Such an evocative piece, made me think of Glencoe and want to revisit
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Exactly the place, Mark! I’m needing a return visit myself. It blows me away.
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Christine and I have been to Glencoe and Rannoch Moor several times – an eerie, wild but somehow claustrophobic area that speaks of clans and lives from long ago. Your poem captured all this and more.
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The Pass freaked me out the first time I visited it but I fell in love with the whole place eventually. It makes me gasp every time. And, as you say, its history is palpable. I’m glad you felt the sense of it in my piece. Many thanks, again.
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Mystical, deeply spiritual, and so very beautiful!
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Thank you kindly, Nic.
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Brilliant piece, took me back to the big country of long ago when Charlie returned to claim his throne. Seriously though Momus, the period between dream and wakefulness is captured so well here. Love to you, beautiful lady.
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Well, thank you, kindly, Dave! What a wonderful way to meet someone – plaudits and compliments. 🙂 I’m glad you enjoyed it. 🙂
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Wonderfully written pieces deserve praise. As do you, such a wonderful way to remember the Scotland of my youth in the dim and distant past. Love to you and your family.
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Aw, thank you so much. And to you and yours.
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Thank you.
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