A little post from me for #WorldPoetryDay as I’m not normally one for writing poetry, but this is a piece I wrote a couple of years ago when I stayed in a little cottage in the middle of the Ederline Estate in Scotland. I finished Faris and the Monoceros whilst I was there, and the distinct lack of phone signal and lots of open green and blue spaces definitely cleared out the cobwebs.
At first it is silence that you think you hear:
Leaving behind the noise of the city,
Driving away from your busy, working world.
But you are wrong.
There is an absence of the usual clamour,
And definitely more sheep than people,
But though you may find peace in these open spaces
It will not be quiet. This beautiful world cannot be silent.
Gentle breeze through tree branches makes them rush
With the white noise of a distant motorway,
But, there are no cars here
And for that you are glad.
Wilder winds, coming down from the hillsides
Bring the boom of an aeroplane passing overhead.
But the skies are clear here,
Except for racing clouds and gliding birds.
Birdsong at midday, is as loud as a suburban dawn chorus:
So many voices, so much to hear.
Then rain comes in – quiet by comparison to the rest –
And fills the fields with pale, blanket mists.
After the rain, comes the trickle of new rivers
Springing up in the fields and running towards
The streams, which heave and roar against their banks –
Rapids on your doorstep, foaming white and wild.
Do not come for silence, as you will not find it here
All around you, nature shouts out its unique melodies:
The wind, the rain, the streams, the trees…
All have a song to sing, if you are there to listen.