Perfume of loam and water-edge
of Highland lake neath a cloudy sky,
drifts to the nostrils in a musk,
as great gaggles of geese do fly.
What's that now, out on the water,
a shadow, cloud painted mirage?
Something secret and holy there,
with wee ducks for its entourage.
Tis the wonder of things unseen,
hidden secrets kept from the brain.
Confluence of things made by God,
hunching its way through the rain.
Who says that man is to know all,
to be the keeper of the glen?
Tis mystery for the ages,
that which mortal man nae can ken.
Just as bluebells nod in the moor,
just as the pipes call to the heart,
Nessie swims her Lach Ness water,
giving man and beast such a start!
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A contest entry
- Nessie by Frodofan.
475 points, ended January 25, 2008, 8 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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Thank you for this bronze award! I have always been fascinated by the legends and believe there definately is something to them. Just hope Nessie is never found, to save her from humans.
Wolfie -
some words I havent read before. old english. wont pretend to exacktly know what is said. interpret. such as that which mortal man nae can ken. will look up. very enjoyable interlude going on. I like the flow and the poem. keep on ticking.
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Old English: what mortal man cannot comprehend - translation.
Thanks for reading and the very nice words!
Wolfie
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a touching write my friend of the monster that hides deep underneath of the waters. nicely done and enjoyable to read.
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You know this is one story I have always hoped was true, I am fascinated to think there maybe a dinosaur down there having a wonderful time confusing all of us here with glimpses. Very well written. Love, C
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Not bad. A little rough with the flow but I like the tone and images!
Thanks for entering.
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The problem is, that knowing nothing whatsoever persuades people into believing that they know they need to know. There is no way to find a way into a thick skull with nothing inside of it. Except perhaps with a surgeon's saw (addressing the problem directly) or by way of a huge cataclysm (addressing the problem indirectly). Since there aren't enough surgeons around, it will probably come down to the latter option, sadly enough. The monsters are shaking the gate that is about to collapse, but the people prefer to continue their merry lives as if nothing onimous is impending. Thank you for creating and sharing and good fortune in the contest. Take care,
Chris
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Beautiful write!" Tis the wonder of things unseen..hidden secrets kept from the brain..confluence of things made by God hunching its' way through the rain" And I did not overlook the Scot brogue in the ending....You are so talented! So wonderfully penned!
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