Island Song

Island Song
The sea was grandioso grey
A dreaming lentamente of swelling rhythm;
Anunrelenting, misty pedal-note
In the harmony of the world.

The rain kept beat
As I walked hotel-wards;
Wet semiquavers
Pattering allegrettoon my face.
(Drookit visitors are commonplace
In this land of martellato water.)

The welcome here is not composed of
Sycophantic 5-star jingles,
But infinitely richer -
A melody of age-old kindness.

My room, my second home,
My Twenty-one;
Outside the burn runs agitato down the hill,
Accompanying my island dreams with
The sound of appassionato water.

Sunday adagio tranquillo
Washes through me,
Dowsing me with peace;
Gently eroding the jagged edges
Carved by mainland living.
A community's stillness
- De Profundis -
Weaves a calm magic.

The rain stops.
The suspension of clouds resolves.
The sun shines a perfect cadence
On the trilling waves
And my heart sings
An island song.

Elfstone
13/10/02