r2vyln3rdioj14u-rld0ska where mountains meet the sea: Canoeing on Loch Veyatie, Late Summer

Canoeing on Loch Veyatie, Late Summer

Slicing the trout-speckled slipsteam,
over the dark silver of Veyatie,
today, a restless and turgid loch –
fifteen fathoms of darken dream.

Angry clouds choke Cul Mor;
tomb mountain on the thunder path,
the West wind troubles the white birch hills,
while green waves gash the bracken shore.

I, pilgrim, midge-eaten, soaked to the bone,
gliding a rain-pocked loch (Ice-Age born),
poet’s road to the true hard North;
below, strange fish move, deep and alone.

Tom Bryan, from Wolfwind

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