Heather Near

I wrote this for Heather last year on another blog you will never see,
and do again that you might know her more …

papa
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‘Heather’ as a word,
falls in a mem’ried pile of life’s moraine,
with ‘copse’ and ‘gorse’,
‘moor’ and ‘rill’ and ‘loch’.

Ah, to return to the Scottish highlands,
hills of endless grey and green,
blushed with pink and yellow dreams.

Crisscrossed waterfalls allow
of arching bridges and twisty roads,
leading to surprised vale mists
and dark lakes of mystery.

Yet, of all of this –
or perhaps because of all –
only one word became
a girl’s name,
rarely used today,

as ‘heath’ leads to ‘hearth’
and ‘heart’ and ‘home’
that we may
believe
again.