Betwixt Isla and the Kintyre peninsular; beneath vault of ultramarine
With her sheer silver sands, lush fields of green and her jewelled sea of aquamarine
Where Achamore's rhododendron, grand shrubs grow… so effulgent; a true Eden scene
Please take me back to Gigha's empyrean skies, where my heart it so longs to be
With her artisan flare; delicious banquets of, bounteous, sea delicacies
Taste her silk spun milk from isle’s ancient herds; who lackadaisically bask in sea
Where once Vikings ventured, now the ferry visitors cross, her sound of sequinned sea
Oh please take me back to Gigha's sweet scented air, where my heart it so longs to be
Where my mind sets at ease and my artist's soul can run free, adrift her wave-song breeze
© Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry
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