Poem four in the Scotland cycle
I overlooked the Portree bay
and daily I could see
a dance to an unwritten music
In tune with tide
and shifting winds
the armada of anchored boats
mimicked the dips and nods
of fairie's halls
or elven steps o'er summers pasture
on oily quiet sea,
reflected more than truly,
or in the choppy unruled waves
In winds from
east and west and south
they danced a kind of highland fling
And only rest
when the retreating sea
has stilled the baton
And the music
of the deep
is silent for a while
Poetry by Teddy Donobauer
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Written on 2007-09-28 at 18:00
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The anchored dancers
The anchored danceI overlooked the Portree bay
and daily I could see
a dance to an unwritten music
In tune with tide
and shifting winds
the armada of anchored boats
mimicked the dips and nods
of fairie's halls
or elven steps o'er summers pasture
on oily quiet sea,
reflected more than truly,
or in the choppy unruled waves
In winds from
east and west and south
they danced a kind of highland fling
And only rest
when the retreating sea
has stilled the baton
And the music
of the deep
is silent for a while
Poetry by Teddy Donobauer
Read 547 times
Written on 2007-09-28 at 18:00
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