Three Bennachie poems
Once in the late summer birch wood
knee-deep in heather flowers
the trees’ small heart-shaped leaves
glistened at the sun after a summer shower.
Beneath it a spider cobweb
spun between blueberry twigs
hung heavy with heaven raindrop pearls.
I remember this in the same way
as the shelled settlement
a few strides further up the path
so as to not to forget
what kindled the squatters’ fire.
Wind pushes and pulls
the crowns of pines, their trunks
Brush in the occasional hug.
In the rowan’s foliage fold a robin
answers a monotonous call
with honeyed warmth.
On the path a man
Searches the long blue grass
of the enclosure for roaming deer.
Alongside this field the rowan
rooted. She saw the farmer
turn the soil, cast seed,
Lift oats, turnips, tatties while she
Burst into leaves, invited bees,
Offered orange abundance.
Crowning the rowan, pines
push and pull in the breeze. This autumn
Only birds will swallow her berries.
Beneath the foot
of the uprooted spruce
a dish of sand and pebbles
A hundred twined feelers
from trickling into memory
In the enfold a grainy photograph
animated like a lizard
in first spring sunshine
A woman, young boys
lullaby of a barren breast
In the heather
a feather of meal
disposed in the breeze
A dusting of flour
Offered to widowed land
Copyright © Petra Vergunst 2014
Petra Vergunst is a freelance community artist, composer and poet. She wrote the above poems to gather inspiration for her string quartet Whispers in the Woods. A pamphlet of her poems, under the title Whispers in the Woods, is published in September.