The bones of time sleep
under the mountains, breathing
in misty dreams. Old promises
are underpinned by illusions
of reality, an eclipsed moment
pausing in lyrical abstraction.
A rugged mountain, in tones
of tawny brown, meditates
on plein air. An outcrop
of silvery quartz reclining
on the mossed slopes
of Slieau Managh, bearing witness
to grey healing powers etched
on slate in lightning runes.
The rustic blend of russet, cedar
and sandstone keeps secrets
in hidden heather that cloaks
caches of songs buried in cairns,
shamrock melodies in unheard
Gaelic and invading Nordic.
Shades of fern, pine and laurel
melt into some distant aqua matte.
Jagged adumbrations poise
on fauve strokes, pastoral palette
and concrete fancy; some alternate
dimension that captures shadows
ensconced. Moving colour out
to the spirit’s edge, a visible rhythm
silhouettes in tonal causation.
A contralto plays somewhere,
anchored on chirragh wings.
The bones wake up in white rock.
Poetry © Usha Kishore
Creg Bedn – translated as “White Rock” from Manx Gaelic, is a huge quartz outcrop on the slopes of Slieau Managh (translated as “Monk’s Mountain), which is to the north of the Snaefell mountain.
Creg Bedn is attributed with healing powers.
Poems from On Manannan’s Isle – © Usha Kishore
Painting – © Carola Colley