Ayrshire Lass

Sitting silently in western mist

Waves lap upon her toes

As she sits in quiet solitude

With everything she knows
Welcomes all who pass her

And sees them drift away

She’ll see them in another life

Upon another day
The hearts she’s buried into

The eyes so captivated

Strong and silent as the night

Matured but never dated
Young in heart and old as time

Lovers come and gone

Watched history repeat itself

And never moving on
Winter’s storms beats hard

Cold chills her naked breast

Battens down against the gale

In the maelstrom she will rest
Squalls damp her sodden winter cloak
Flowing in fierce tide

Returns afresh and hope renewed
Gathers breath as winds subside

Now she waits in summer sun

Admirers they now flock

To sit upon her quilted skirt

Kneeling they take stock
Of beauty standing tall and proud

Rough waters now serene

She’ll mesmerise the multitude

Remaining ever seen

© Fergus Martin

2012