Clearances above Dunkeld
The old house and steadings stood empty
the roof still good after many a long winter
it was a wonder not a slate had shifted loose
sheep mess layered hidden earth floors
A sheltering place when blast killing cold
staggered the withered fields with deep snow.
Upstairs the stripped bare boards echoed
with the sharp sounds our boots made
Empty glass panes of look away windows
finely spun spider webs here and there
a hollowing emptiness where children
were once born and sang in the sunshine of Spring.
It was a place where the grief of leaving
still hung round the stone bared walls
walking away along the burns banks
where so many had walked through before
I came across a small lochen and a waterfall
I stripped bare, dived in and swam to the other shore.
Brown peated water between my fingers
ran along my skin and through my hair
Corbenic the home of the horn of blessed Bran
the maimed Fisher King haunts here too.
I swam deep in cold whisky dark waters
to cleanse my skin, my soul, of all pain.
Corbenic the castle of the golden horn of King Bran the Blessed – Branwen Ferch Llyr – Second of the Four Branches of the Mabinogi.
Corbenic misinterpreted as the Castle of the Holy Grail – the Fisher King’s domain.
Both King Bran and the Fisher King wounded and in need of healing.
Symbols of mankind and the earth.