|Visions of Alba
Author: Eirien PM
My earliest poems written as a teenager. They might present an idealized image of Scotland, but it had for me the function of an escape world; without realizing I had identified with its land and people in my struggle to survive various forms of abuse.Rated: Fiction T - English - Hurt/Comfort/Drama - Chapters: 5 - Words: 1,193 - Reviews: 4 - Published: 03-28-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3008769
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Visions Of Alba
I saw the invader burning down
Many a cottage, many a town,
And my sight grew dimmed with tears.
I saw Dounreay's outlines in Highland skies,
I heard the oil drill's shrieking cries,
And Brahan's words were ringing in my ears.
But then I espied
Far away in the distance,
On some lonely, unspoilt isles,
A small peat fire
Extending its radiance
It kindled my heart inspite of the miles.
And I suddenly heard
A determined, clear note
And I knew it would rise
To a powerful song:
The lore of the wise
Joined with joy of the young.