(Someone has taken my notes and verses from my room in Dalginross House. I am trying to remember the finished verses, but with my age this is difficult.
EVJauncey, June 1984)
The road breaks from the hole
and lies along the moor,
White as a woman's arm
on hodden cloak is shown.
So pinching mean alarm
as behind a quick shot bolt
Stop with the crowded trees
and stealthy underwood
the lifting salted breeze
blows back the close chain hood.
Eyes that would see no light
for fear of being seen
Rise to the open sky
Where narrow, new curved horns
Shine in a south now with
Their old moon ghost between
dim flitting clouds roll by
in turning, dwindling flight
wind spun to rugged thread.
Ears that would hear no sound
but sounded ill intent
Rest, while the humming surge
of the waters stir
comes through the air
and through the ground.
Eastward the sky is clear
There shall the day be
Set your face to the sea,
Pilgrim, and meet the day.
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1) Watercolour by Henry Hastings Jauncey (1860s)
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