Loch Lomond, Scotland
Living Lake: Loch Lomond:
Beautiful Scotland
Ardlui Marina
A Poem
I wanted to write something that would blend perfectly with February but I didn't come close to what I would have wanted to write. The poem below is something that may come close to the deeper meaning of Valentine's Day, though not following its stated rhythm. It will still blend though being February's contrapuntal flow and certainly a part of life's whole.
Loch Lomond, Scotland
March 2002
Leaves that have shed off skin
like memory returning to paper
to wood and then to fire
send smokes that return
to the weight of words
never spoken on a night long gone.
One twilight in early spring
I was a ghost
left by a rain of leaves
retracing the daffodils
from Glasgow to Ardlui Marina.
I felt I scooped the entire lake
and poured it into a goblet
while I celebrated the gift of water
and of sunsets
that launched a fleet of paper boats.
Cathedrals and castles,
streams, wild flowers,
the gentle Scottish accent –
all in a flash
like the last line of a song
drowning in the goblet
in my hand.
Copyright ©2004 Francia C. Clavecillas Loch Lomond, Scotland