This doesn't however detract from my rather vague interest in the formation of our geography. I've always been an avid reader of maps. For me, maps are a whole book of information, absorbing me for hours. I sort of " enter" the map...exploring history, geography, archaeology, architecture, town planning, canal building, railway routes, reservoir construction, road building,drystone walling, the affects of glaciation, erosion,follies, monuments...the list goes on ..it's all there ...all you have to do is look. It's often with this looking and tracing routes I've walked ...or I'd like to walk that my 'timetable' for the day goes all to pot .
Over the years I've written quite a few pieces about the formation of mountains , islands, lakes etc so I've got two pieces of poetry this week that illustrate geological upheaval. I do hope you enjoy reading them....Kath
Trotternish ( Isle of Skye)
Twixt sky and sea there is no line
Only a far off island does define
The horizon at a distance.
Misty shapes loom out of the sea-
Mountains formed by volcanic eruptions,
In a time not known to Man.
But science has told us the tale
Of Teutonic upheaval, shifting plates.
Fire, ash, lava.
Dark columns rising from the deep.
Mountain tops smoothed by glaciers,
Glens scoured out by mighty action,
Moraine blocked corries, isolated in splendour.
Photo is of Scafell in the Lake District..
Goatfell ( Isle of Arran)
Mirrored sides facing south, gathering the sunlight.
Rugged peak stretching to the sky- touching clouds.
Stark gray slabs set on sideways- pyramid like...
Inviting, but daunting. Head in the mist,
Feet in the peat moor.
Majestic peak , scarred from apocalyptic upheaval.
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