One day
another giant will come –
almost certainly a woman
with hindsight and a strong
weakness for uncommon gems –
striding across the standard globe;
one of her high-heeled feet
lands in Hoy Sound.
We natives must assume a metropolitan
lodging for the other foot.
As this gorgeous colossus sweeps by us,
cupping cosmetically-treated hands
she lifts the archipelago
with one deft elegant movement;
her flunky sets the stolen jewel in a crown
for her: Brodgar's returned to new-look Jotunheim.
Now, I don't understand the reerences in the last two lines but I will research. Before that I had the most amazing images in the style of grandeur and epic storytelling in line with the classic epics of Icelandic and Norwegian folklore.. No Mean Feat. well written.
A peedie rew smile for this one, Jacqui. Give my love to Orkney :) Nomad
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If anyone is interested in stone Age wonders, its worthwhile to look at the biggest - and some say the most significant - archaeological dig in Europe: the Ness of Brodgar, on Orkney. Geophysicists have uncovered what appears to be a gigantic temple complex, predating Stonehenge by at least 500 years. The BBC have put out a nice documentary about it fairly recently. In consequence, tourists in greater thousands have already begun to pour into the islands from all over the world. Oddly enough, this poem (written in 2009) seems to have had prescience! !