the loch

copyright c e ayr

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the loch

a small green island
on a long grey loch
stretched along the foot of the glen
created by a great glacier
nearly twenty thousand years ago

on the southern part of the loch
the surface sparkles in sudden summer sunshine
while the rest lies black and still
under the dark shadow of the towering ben
who peers down the ravines
cut into the steep rock-strewn sides
by centuries of tumbling icy burns
with cold indifference

my heart aches at the beauty
that my poor words can never convey
and the yearning reminds me of you
and that other pain
that will never leave me

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About ceayr

A Scot who has discovered peace in a small town he calls Medville on the Côte Vermeille, C.E. Ayr has spent a large part of his life in the West of Scotland and a large part elsewhere. His first job was selling programmes at his local football club and he has since tried 73 other career paths, the longest being in IT, with varying degrees of success. He is somewhat nomadic, fairly irresponsible and, according to his darling daughter, a bit random. So, nobody’s perfect.
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9 Responses to the loch

  1. Leyde Ryan's avatar Leyde Ryan says:

    Oh my, this is weep-worthy…so good (sighing).

  2. jenne49's avatar jenne49 says:

    It’s such a beautiful poem.
    Favourite line: ‘the surface sparkles in sudden summer sunshine’
    ‘My heart aches at the beauty’ – perfect.
    And then the yearning for that ‘you’ to bring it all to a sore close.

  3. Cassa Bassa's avatar Cassa Bassa says:

    Such a beautiful poem filled with sentiment that makes the heart sore.

  4. Nancy Richy's avatar Nancy Richy says:

    Oh, C.E.! That last verse brought tears to my eyes. Truly wondrous! Thank you for sharing this fine piece with us.

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