Picture This: The Queen’s View

by Keith Savage · 6 comments

The road to Loch Tummel hangs upon the hillside like a poem upon the lip. There is the warmth of fire on the hills in autumn. Gold and orange, copper and bronze, sloping upon green cleaving deep into the blue. Here at the eastern edge of the loch, the Queen’s View, where the mind and heart exult in harmony. Lambs call the ewes by the shore while November wind pirouettes on the water and draws the eye ever westward to brooding Schiehallion, Rannoch Moor, and Glencoe. The Queen in question was not Victoria, as she had assumed, but Isabella, the wife of Robert the Bruce, who stared west in that bright age and marveled at what was possible.

Past, present, future — an illusion. There is only what is and what is becoming. We are each one of us streaks upon the æther, astral staffs, every moment a note in a spooling melody. Can you not see the music in the waves and wind? And yet I cannot help but seek fermata before the Fairy Hill of the Caledonians and wonder when Maggie Moloch and the Broonie will shy from their exile. But the greatest, last obstacle is finding peace in allowing the moment to pass, the embers to turn black, for a thing is not complete until it ends.

C. HargesNo Gravatar March 3, 2017 at 7:31 AM

You certainly have a way with words. I felt the pull at the very first. We are planning a trip to Scotland and I will definitely pass this site on to my fellow travelers to get them as inspired as I am.

Keith SavageNo Gravatar March 3, 2017 at 11:15 AM

Thanks, really appreciate that.

MikeNo Gravatar January 21, 2017 at 8:17 AM

Beautiful words. Love it. I’ve never been there.

Advice: add information about the road, maybe Google link.

Joanie MurrayNo Gravatar January 13, 2017 at 7:28 AM

You’ve captured perfectly the feel of this place. I felt as though I were standing in that very spot once more. In my mind I saw again the sheep grazing on the opposite shore and the mountains of Glencoe to the west. It was a clear and sunny day. My heart actually raced as I read, my senses recreating my time there. Well done. Thanks for keeping memories alive.

Keith SavageNo Gravatar January 13, 2017 at 7:59 AM

Music to my ears. Thanks for reading.

Jeanette HillisNo Gravatar January 11, 2017 at 4:57 PM

beautiful imagery

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