Mountain, water, love. A reminder of what endures, especially (though not exclusively) for those of us who feel years speeding, days shortening, shadows lengthening, and names slipping elusively out of reach.
This year’s Sceptical Scot poem for Christmas – so soon since the last one – is a poignantly, tenderly beautiful poem by Christine de Luca.
What’s in a name?
If and when I have mislaid my name
and stare at you disconcertingly
let me spend a day parked by Suilven,
perplexed by broken water. Turn
my calendar to the mountain’s season,
and set my watch by shadows on the loch.
Forgive me if I lose the reason that we came
or my gaze clouds in a cod-fish kind of way
or if the name I chose for you eludes me
I’ll still sense mountain, water, love.
Featured image, The Far Lands by John McSporran, taken at sunset from the top of Suilven, Creative Commons CC By 2.0