Those Mountains Poem by Elizabeth Delaney

Those Mountains

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The wild mountains are calling me again.
Did I try to cast them off?
Those dark blue hills of my youth?
I still lyricise about heather,
The birks and the deep cold lochs.
But I seem to have adjusted my love
To fit, elegantly, these smooth, green swards
That have become my life, the yellow
Harvests that bask on sunlit, warm plateaus,
And the thin, slow running
Streams and rivers of England.

Just who do I think I am fooling?
I know those hills better than that!
I know them as half the perimeter of the world.
The rich purple that sinks into my heart.
The passionate light and dark of bog lakes,
The pristine white contrasting the blue.
And I know how, in that stark light,
Those dark hills will come howling through my blood
Like the wolves through their forests.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Born and brought up in Scotland, I moved South when I married an English man! I go back every year to see relatives and get my `fix`!
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Douglas Scotney 19 February 2013

beautiful expression, Elizabeth

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