Whilst on the writing retreat led by Scottish poet, Kenneth Steven on Iona, Kenneth encouraged us to ponder how our senses respond to what is around us. To reflect on the sense of sight, he encouraged us to write on the topic of 'A Window of Light'. I sat in glorious October sunshine looking across the Sound of Iona, to Mull and marvelled not only on the scenery but how my eyes let me enjoy the scene. The following poem emerged.
IONA: A Window of Light
My twin-focused eyes, O so precious,
let me revel in scaling the scene;
grassland, Sound, rocky shore, hill and mountain.
A gift that could never be seen
if the sun had not scattered its photons
in vibrant, unfettered rays
to refract and reflect and excite both my eyes,
then my neurons, synapses, my brain!
So these parcels of light build a moment
of wondrous well-being and grace,
through the harmonies rendered by photonsas they score sharps and flats on this place.
View across The Sound of Iona