POETRY

Ian’s Cairn Gorm
Come now, and walk with me,
Our feet will induce the only sound,
Alpine Ladies Mantle and Wilsons’ Filmy Fern
will lay a path of velvet to softly lead us on.

Timeworn glacial valleys, amethyst heather’d crags,
snow-capped summer mountains and warmth of blissful Celtic sun,
intoxicating honeyed Gorse flower, misty granite peaks,
babbling crystal waters and the Ospreys piercing shrieks.

Come now, and walk with me,
The wind has been curiously called away,
no sound, no voice, no footsteps
this ancient mountain is where i’ll choose to lay,
an eiderdown of feathery scented Thyme
and Sphagnum as a pillow.

Timeworn glacial valleys, amethyst heather’d crags,
snow-capped summer mountains and warmth of blissful Celtic sun,
intoxicating honeyed Gorse flower, weathered mossy creeks
babbling crystal waters and the Cairn Gorms majestic peaks.

Copyright Liz Ferguson

Dancing in Heaven

Free from the illness and free from the pain
she’s able to Samba, Waltz and Tango again.
She glides and she tiptoes, cruises and gloats,
and delights in the feeling of being able to float.

Stars light the dance floor,
the moon lights the sky,
sunbeams criss-crossing as she waltzes right by.
The sun is the mirror-ball illuminating the scene
never before witnessing a dancer so keen.

Dewdrops and snowflakes
adorn a beautiful dress,
A gift from Mother Nature, she deserves nothing less,
The shoes they do glisten with the earth’s richest pearls,
wonderfully constructed for spinning and twirls.

The joy you can tell by the look on her face
and the way she cavorts with laughter and grace.
Her feet nimbly Quick-step, Salsa and Jive
enjoying the freedom and the place she now resides.

Free from the illness and free from the pain
she’s able to Samba, Waltz and Tango again.
She glides and she tiptoes, cruises and gloats,
and delights in the feeling of being able to float.

Copyright Liz Ferguson