Yes, I was completely without gorm. LOLgiselle:
I looked up 'gorm' because I wasn't sure if it is a word .. it is but means basically the same as 'gormless'. So you could have said 'my being gorm' and it would still make sense.
I loved that last poem so much. Having been on the guided tour of the Highlands and having been to Culloden and heard about the Jacobite rebellion and Bonnie Prince Charlie so recently; this poem reminded me of Flora MacDonald so forelornly waiting for Charlie's promised return.
It is lovely though. I like the line about her Mother 'locking the stable door after the horse has bolted' rephrased.
The traffic signs in the highlands are in Gaelic as well as English so we heard and learned a bit about the Gaelic Language. Scottish Gaelic differs somewhat from Irish Gaelic it seems. Scottish Gaelic being more Germanic, so we were informed.
You have taken the east from me, you have taken the west from me;
you have taken what is before me and what is behind me;
you have taken the moon, you have taken the sun from me;
and my fear is great that you have taken God from me!
Oooh, how heartrending. It reminds me of the song by S&G which I also thought very beautiful in its bleakness.
And so you see I have come to doubt
All that I once held as true
I stand alone without beliefs
The only truth I know is you.
Kathy's Song:
I hear the drizzle of the rain
Like a memory it falls
Soft and warm continuing
Tapping on my roof and walls.
And from the shelter of my mind
Through the window of my eyes
I gaze beyond the rain-drenched streets
To England where my heart lies.
My mind's distracted and diffused
My thoughts are many miles away
They lie with you when you're asleep
And kiss you when you start your day.
And as a song I was writing is left undone
I don't know why I spend my time
Writing songs I can't believe
With words that tear and strain to rhyme.
And so you see I have come to doubt
All that I once held as true
I stand alone without beliefs
The only truth I know is you.
And as I watch the drops of rain
Weave their weary paths and die
I know that I am like the rain
There but for the grace of you go I.