Steall Falls – July 2015
The livid falls clash
Eking out, bleeding over brims of rocks
Hard bone shoulders
Spraying fountains, broadcast seed
Blooming flowers in white showers screed
Up around a stubborn crag
It almost stops and then turns back
But finds another stairs to descend
A secret passage a making mends
It knits its woven braids of hair
A white mane folding
As from a polar bear
Ferocious, simple, stark and blind
It bungles over time after time
It is a great divider, boundary line
That cold hand of nature
Has clasped its minds
Where water bears its inky soul
Into the well where the white words fall
And are written out
Stretched in lines over
River beds and rocky climbs
They give its voice as children’s laughter
Approaching clatter
Of pounding hooves
White noise chatter incessant
