The POOL ( a wee tale from the dafthenit)

The POOL ( a wee tale from the dafthenit), a photo by Dafthermit living a simple life on Flickr.

The Pool A wee tale from the dafthermit
On the day the moon first kisses the sun then embraces her fully if you are brave enough ?
Take a stick and head south west for two miles from the bus eventually you will come to a deep scar from a long gone ice sheet
climb the banking on the other side but be careful and there you will see the pool.
twenty yards away the pool its water black and still
the edge a perfect circle and its banking falls away vertical to a depth i know not what
i have visited it many times each time taking a longer and longer rope ,with a weight attached i have thrown it to the centre and foot after foot it descends but never has it reached the bottom
The water never moves no stars are ever reflected no cloud dances on the still water
no matter how cold the surrounding ground the water never freezes even when Loch Droma has long since froze to a depth of 30 inches the pool stays clear and dark.. never moving no sign of life from its dark black waters.
But as i said if on the day when the moon dances in front of the sun wait till dark then head to the pool

i am sure like me the site that will greet you when you climb the scare will halt you in your tracks

from the edge of the pool and stretching oot 10 yards and forming another perfect circle heather will be in bloom no matter the time of year and as you approach the water you will see

A small circle of gold in those dark waters slowly ripples outwards to the edge then in an instant GONE
the waters blacker than before , A wind will start in the high glen and roar doon the cliff and race to where you stand then as it hits you it to will STOP

Quiet will embrace you and beyond no sound no bird will call no tree will bend nothing

from this will come at first a silent whisper but as you lean into it to try to listen that too will drift away
The the waters will will rise first one foot then ten then plunge down the side of the pool further and further until they are no longer visible
but my friend don’t be scared , from the depths first one spirit then another till thousands will fly from the depths until the whole glen is filled with laughter and song
the moon will cast a golden glow and the stars will shine like never before
But as the sun begins to climb the horizon
all will return to the pool and and quiet will fill the glen
the heather will wilt and die the water will return at first a deep deep blue but quickly it to will become black again
the from the middle of the water a last scream will be heard which will fill you heart with hope

FREEDOM FREEDOM…….