
Excellent prose!
Clan MacFarlane poem
A Poem by Rebecca Lever
Rebecca Lever is a proud MacFarlane on her 101-year old grandmother’s side. Recently Rebecca, traveled with her husband to the MacFarlane homelands of Loch Lomond to share her heritage and family history with him. The trip inspired her to write “MacFarlane”, a Clan MacFarlane poem that beautifully captures the essence of our clan spirit. In these verses, she paints a vivid picture of a clanswoman, buried on a remote island, her fate intertwined with a harsh and unfeeling world.
The verses are a testament to the endurance of the MacFarlane legacy. Lever’s words resonate with the clan’s history, and through her verse, we honour the resilience of our ancestors and pay tribute to their memory.
Thank you, Rebecca, for your poignant contribution.
Buried on an island
Married to a brute
This cumbersome fallen stone
This withered wretched lute
His magic drowned it all
And there was no return
They buried us on an island
Hidden in bush and fern.
Now they camp in the night
Lighting their fires bright
And I sail between the trees
Bound, oar-less, beached, unseen.
The loch the loch the loch.
It spans before my skeleton
Grieving weeds grow from deep within
Shadowed by high mountain
The waters that once held vast barks of men.
The loch the loch the loch.
Now stilled and liquid. A desert. Robust and proud for ever more.
Rebecca Lever
@rebeccagracelevervillavicencio
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A Poem by Rebecca Lever
Rebecca Lever is a proud MacFarlane on her 101-year old grandmother’s side. Recently Rebecca, traveled with her husband to the MacFarlane homelands of Loch Lomond to share her heritage and family history with him. The trip inspired her to write “MacFarlane”, a Clan MacFarlane poem that beautifully captures the essence of our clan spirit. In these verses, she paints a vivid picture of a clanswoman, buried on a remote island, her fate intertwined with a harsh and unfeeling world.
The verses are a testament to the endurance of the MacFarlane legacy. Lever’s words resonate with the clan’s history, and through her verse, we honour the resilience of our ancestors and pay tribute to their memory.
Thank you, Rebecca, for your poignant contribution.
Buried on an island
Married to a brute
This cumbersome fallen stone
This withered wretched lute
His magic drowned it all
And there was no return
They buried us on an island
Hidden in bush and fern.
Now they camp in the night
Lighting their fires bright
And I sail between the trees
Bound, oar-less, beached, unseen.
The loch the loch the loch.
It spans before my skeleton
Grieving weeds grow from deep within
Shadowed by high mountain
The waters that once held vast barks of men.
The loch the loch the loch.
Now stilled and liquid. A desert. Robust and proud for ever more.
Rebecca Lever
@rebeccagracelevervillavicencio
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Excellent prose!