Sprauchle to Green Corrie Loch
Within her smooth bealach cleavageBetwixt two ancient gneissic breastsStones as white as snow pink glistenOn paths that asp-like rise to crest The ancient ways and corrie ridgesCoiling round her secret jewelsLochans hid from spirit’s gentilesAssynt’s myths misunderstood As faeries laugh and wash her tressesSnaking down her marble sidesHer shining crown hurls Helios at usLaying us … Read more