Ice on Loch Lomond a poem by Catriona Malan

(Photograph by Mike Taylor)
That was the winter the loch froze over
stealing reflections from the hills,
and laying its pale shawl on their shoulders.
Islands, feeling they were trapped,
huddled sullen in the cold as the wind
shaved the bracken of their skin.
But the postman skated that squeaking plain
sensing, beneath his blades,
The slow drift of sleeping powan,
bit icicles of breath from his moustache
hid red hands beneath his scarf and laughed
bit icicles of breath from his moustache
hid red hands beneath his scarf and laughed
later about how he had walked on water.
Catriona Malan
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