Bonnie Fair (a poem by Joan Wiley)

May your heart be filled with the freedom and spirit of the Highlands.

Celtic woman fair, waulking,

gaelic song, Glenorchy green,

Highland air whipping, copper hair,

Streaming, lemon yellow ribbons,

Eyes smiling, lyrical, ethereal blue,

Arms raisied high, she twirls away,

Dancing to tunes, invisible flutes,

With proud, purple thistles in sway,

To a longing and rhythmic beating,

Wings of a golden eagle sweeping,

She runs beneath him, downhill,

To waters edge and dips her feet,

into the ever-blue, crystal deep,

Stealing her breath away, eternally

etching her to memory, scrimshaw,

Bonnie Fair, woman of Lochawe.

Take care and have a beautiful day,


Published by Joan Wiley

I am a writer primarily in fiction, poetry, and motivation.

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