The Song of Bucka
Sometimes carried on the wind,
From shores along the exciting stimulating
Craggy rugged and remote
Undulating snaking cliff tops
Purple brown and golden -
Partially framing
The wild Celtic ocean, where
Sea birds cry, gliding, swooping, diving
Murmuring the song of an archaic discernment
Muted yet melodic; lyrical and unusual
Oft unheard but caught,
As if unbidden by the seekers
Of the wisdom of the land and sea
Where Seals huddle, residing in caves
Dark and hidden by briny tide and cleft shadow
Espied only from above.
Snaking serpents and
Scaly dragons lazily basking
Populate their hermetic lairs
Awaiting a familiar song
The Song of Bucka,
Which strangely and languidly
Occupies our ears
Lilting, vibrating
The uncanny tune
Reminding us
Of sirens and mermen
Ethereal tenants of the inner realms
The hidden world of nature
Beyond, just beyond our sphere
Where dreams compose the
Choral notes of the secretive song -
Their tune wistfully decrying
Twisted histories,
Hidden,
Removed, unreal
Like the gales that blow
Through the graggy darkened outcrops,
Open ended sea caves, blowholes and
Narrow twisted harbours,
The illusive whispered
Song of Bucka
Reveals a cultural tune
An ancestral anthem
Weaving past to present
War to peace
Bringing some clarity of vision.
...after a vision at Buckator, Autumn 2011
Sometimes carried on the wind,
From shores along the exciting stimulating
Craggy rugged and remote
Undulating snaking cliff tops
Purple brown and golden -
Partially framing
The wild Celtic ocean, where
Sea birds cry, gliding, swooping, diving
Murmuring the song of an archaic discernment
Muted yet melodic; lyrical and unusual
Oft unheard but caught,
As if unbidden by the seekers
Of the wisdom of the land and sea
Where Seals huddle, residing in caves
Dark and hidden by briny tide and cleft shadow
Espied only from above.
Snaking serpents and
Scaly dragons lazily basking
Populate their hermetic lairs
Awaiting a familiar song
The Song of Bucka,
Which strangely and languidly
Occupies our ears
Lilting, vibrating
The uncanny tune
Reminding us
Of sirens and mermen
Ethereal tenants of the inner realms
The hidden world of nature
Beyond, just beyond our sphere
Where dreams compose the
Choral notes of the secretive song -
Their tune wistfully decrying
Twisted histories,
Hidden,
Removed, unreal
Like the gales that blow
Through the graggy darkened outcrops,
Open ended sea caves, blowholes and
Narrow twisted harbours,
The illusive whispered
Song of Bucka
Reveals a cultural tune
An ancestral anthem
Weaving past to present
War to peace
Bringing some clarity of vision.
...after a vision at Buckator, Autumn 2011
