Looking at last o’er Loch Rannoch
remember the young girls laughter combust along the shore
no more boats score the shingle
on their way to sanctuary
beneath once poignant trees

Insidious time.

Brave Schiehallion fairies guard
the lands long surrendered to the whims of indulgence
water of deep secret lying still
amid the echo of our own

Insidious time.

Within the landscape reforms
to the point of embrace forgotten at the dawn
Sweet Heather lies choked
smothered by the Saxon weed.

Insidious time.

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