Picture This: Shetland Sea Glass

by Keith Savage · 3 comments


Shetland’s skin is a green tarpaulin hammered by the sun, scoured by the wind, and measured in sheep and stones and fence posts. The west mainland is a beguiling array of coastline notched with tongues of sky-blue water. There are coarse beaches studded with green, brown, and blue chunks of seaglass gone round and frosted from untold years tumbling in the surf. I pick up the sandy baubles and tuck them into my flanel’s shirt pocket, another small act that reminds me of distant loved ones. My guy ropes have come undone. I think Shetland must be the last place in the world to say goodbye to the sun.

The wind and sea are deafening, but there is so little noise in Shetland. I feel like a candle flame in a cavern. All I can see is beauty, but my light is not strong enough for me to see it all. Metaphors bob to the surface of my consciousness. A solitary brown crayon in a box of green ones. A flapping, plastic bag pierced on the branch of an ancient wood. It is impossible not to look inward and see the faults. But I would be blind not to see the similarities. 


wandering educatorsNo Gravatar May 10, 2013 at 9:35 AM

gorgeous!

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HoggaNo Gravatar May 13, 2013 at 10:43 AM

so pretty!

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Gayla~No Gravatar July 1, 2013 at 2:32 PM

Beautiful scenery. I like to search for sea glass. Somehow I think the places we visit affect us a bit like the sea does the glass…

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