Published May 15th, 2025
by Makara Aikens
I am from Highlands and Lowlands,
From Iona and Inverness,
From freckled cheeks and speckled knees,
And myths of the Loch Ness.
From the hills of Culloden where my ancestors lie,
Their lost blood feeds the grass,
The carnyx cries, a violent boar,
The Scottish Spirit calls me back.
I come from rainy meadows,
And dewy morning grass,
From Scottish lads and noble Lords,
From fair ladies and lasses.
From brave men dressed in tartans,
Blue, red, green, and black,
Fighting men in red coats,
Waiting to attack.
My spirit lies in independence,
In pride and Fionn Mac,
In fae who linger in the forests,
And the unlucky old Bodach.
From Cape Breton Cliffs and Pictou shores,
And Ship Hector on the way,
I am Highlands and Lowlands and Inverness,
And Iona's heart, I'll stay.
I bleed Scottish pride and battle cries,
And cherish the Scottish Crest.
My ancestors call, so I call back,
Echoing the past with courage intact.
Here in Scotland, my heart shall stay.
About the Poet
Makara Aikens resides in Stellarton, Nova Scotia, Canada.
Read the poet's biography on Makara Aikens's Artist Page.
This poem is included in Poetry World #12,
published in the Wax Poetry and Art Library.
Previously published in Atlantic Canada Poetry Magazine:
Bygone Times Still Alive
by Catherine A. MacKenzie
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