So she went for a visit to the Islands,
bought a ticket
and rattled through great scenery.
A friend picked her up at the station.

The sky was blue
the journey pleasant
and by the time they reached Broadford
the sun was scorching hot.

In need of a drink and a break
they strolled by a window, and there,
the most beautiful thing to wear
romantically enlaced with corn stems
called our heroine’s eye.

A straw hat. Two pounds.
And off she went
joyfully wearing
what is not often seen in these abouts.
Maybe dreaming of lazy hours on a shore,
sketching, dozing and what more…..

Twenty minutes later, in Portree,
a humid foggy blanket lay
heavy and grey
over land and sea.

No getting better. It got wetter.

No need to say
that all her stay
on that small hebridean island
evolved without the need
of the most beautiful sun hat
romantically enlaced with corn stems.


About lorianapauli

Born in Italian speaking Ticino/Switzerland. Lived all my life in different parts of that very country till I found my way "home", where I truly belong > the 'Long Island'.
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2 Responses to Hebridean

  1. John Stevens says:

    I’ve come back to read this again. I like it: it’s delightful and it’s fun!

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