#2017 - the Coffin Road

 

2017

6.191

10.vii.25

the Coffin Road

on the Wildcat Trail at Newtonmore

 

where stood the last Gaelic sign at one time

 

summer is walking

it narrows the track

 

hoof smooth, stones of the way

 

or mossed to tell

 

raspberries along the way

all the air’s alive

 

spear thistle

bell heather

common sundew

 

heather bright rush of the burn

 

the road and the train and the RAF for soundtrack

 

budding spring so

 

harebell

heath spotted orchid

 

upward the adventure of trees

 

and in among low birch

the old hut circle …  fence down now

 

whose ancestors were these?

 

the seat we sit

two names

now together with the view

 

all this sad religion

 

dead flowers for freshest graves