Glencoe (Clachaig Inn)

by FTS Miles   Jul 13, 2018


14 July 2017
6pm GMT

We feast on fresh game
and well-traveled whiskies
where they fell,
our din raucous and joyous,
drum beats and voices
punctuating conversations.
This is not mockery nor disrespect,
but libation and wake
for those that can share
it all no more.

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  • 6 years ago

    by Darren

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    There was a lot of poems nominated last week, 37 to be precise. After reading all of them, this was the one I came back to and awarded 10 points. I just love how it sings. There is a real professional rhythmic feel to this poem. I love the story telling as well. It shouts pride and is a great advert for Scotland. Just brilliant. (10 points)

  • 6 years ago

    by Hellon

    I wonder if Mr Trump will take the time to read some Scottish history when he visits Scotland in the next few days. So many will visit places like Glencoe for its beauty and mountains but few will take time out to look back and find out what happened there....I'm glad you acknowledged it with this verse.

    • 6 years ago

      by FTS Miles

      I can't even imagine being in a place like Glencoe and not at least meditating momentarily on what occurred there... then appreciate all the more the blessing of enjoying the present beauty of the place within that context.

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