As the tide goes out,
the road appears sandy and inviting,
a thin shimmering strand of connective tissue
between the mainland and the island.
We’re in England,
just below the border with Scotland,
a shifting line of capture and release,
like the tides themselves
with less regularity.
Changing over time, and leaving restless pools
of life and inhabitants swirling in transition;
some are acquiescent,
while others defiant.
This is the elastic borderlands
between two countries
in the same empire
protruding from the same nurturing sea.
A view I am familiar with but haven’t seen in a long while.
M
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Marie Marshall
writer/poet/editor/blogger
Scotland
http://kvennarad.wordpress.com
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Thank you. Are you living in a different part of Scotland now? I spent time on Holy Island when I was living in the U.K. Slept outside several nights in a bird blind.
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I live near Dundee. Holy Island is squarely in England by many miles, though in a unique part of England that feels like an entirely different country – almost English, almost Scottish, but 100% itself.
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I know it’s squarely in England now, but I had read that the border has changed a lot over time and at different points in history Holy Island and the rest of Northumberland were a part of Scotland; hence the connection in the poem to the changing tides. Also, I’ve talked to people in that area who consider it rightfully Scotland. Am I completely off on this?
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It’s a moot point. Most Northumbrians regard themselves as being a special breed of English. However, lines on maps are arbitrary at the best of times and are often a curse rather than a blessing. When you consider that conditions for a farm worker in Norham and Ladykirk are practically identical then why, from their point of view, draw a line at all?
I’m reminded of the little French rhyme:
Le Couesnon, en sa folie,
mit le Mont en Normandie.
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beautiful seaside,
lovely entry.
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Thank you.
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I guess that’s from where we all came…
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Excellent connection, Aynsley. It does have a long history.
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My ansestors are from a different island, the Emerald Isle, but I enjoyed this poem immensely. Besides the nitpicking of details, lol! Peace and blessings, Terri
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nice..you capture a sense of place well…i really like the second stanza….it rolls good out the mouth….
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cool descriptive poetry thank you x
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You have definitely described the setting well.
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nice rendition of the condition twixt Scotland & England…physical & metaphysical.
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Wonderful writing, wonderful photo…one day I hope to visit…this only spurned that desire! Wings don’t fail me now 🙂
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“a thin shimmering strand of connective tissue
between the mainland and the island”
Such stunningly visual poetry.
Some very captivating lines!
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Thank you. I’m glad you saw it from the words.
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Nice mystical feel to this. When I saw the title I thought it would be about Glastonbury. I have never been to Holy Island so thanks for wiriting about it, it looks wonderful.
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