A Voyage To Scotland Poem by John Lars Zwerenz

A VOYAGE TO SCOTLAND

I dreamt of fabled epochs
In gilded, golden, spectacular times;
I envisioned diadems and crimson jewels,
Which donned the neck of a feudal queen.

I ferried to Scotland, and dove into the lochs;
Underneath the waves I heard mystical wind chimes,
And I swam with sirens in radiant wells;
I grew fond of Glosgow and Aberdeen.

I heard carillons in voluptuous domains,
In quiescent gardens, where dappled mallows
Dipped their petals in the turquoise shallows;

I met a Celtic beauty, roving in the rains,
With black, braided tresses in her long, parted mane; -
And we kissed beside the mist of a wind-swept lane.