Tentsmuir trees a backdrop
You, your head leaning to one side
Neat rows of planted spruce
Dark in places yet light beyond
Such was our story, Margaret
The nineties
Ninety-one I met you
Ninety-nine I came
Eight long years of letters in between
I the educated boy
Seminary trained Latin Greek
Went to Rome more books
Degree to seek
Now marooned in Perth
Chris already gone
Back where I started and still no further on
And you, the ‘natural’
As Raymond said
Straightforward thoughtful warm
That head to one side
Thought begins
Who is the guy?
What do I make of him?
You let me in
I opened up to you
Now what will we do?
The rest you see
Brian Fahy
23 May 2021
Erris Poetry 