Where I must be...edit 2, trueenigma,edit 1. billy the cliche killer

[tectak]

"Clear as poitin,peat soft, BUT strained through quartz and sand."
The Torridon range is quartzite peaks on sandstone braes.
Best,
tectak

Shame it's not schist... "strained through schist and sand" would sound nice.

Yeh. Bugger....you can't have everything!
Best,
tectak

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I need to be where buzzards broach the bosom bens,
cupped in white cotton kufi and pure as faith and prayer.  
I need to feel the brittle breeze first  numb my  brow and then
upon my cheek,  sharp  needles shed from high, dry sticks;  
I feel no pricks,
just pine scent  in the gloaming air.

I need to be where snow-swans slide on silver trays;
in leaf-dark shaded water, glass paned on sun-sweat days.
I need to drink fast streams that leach  from bryophytic braes;
clear as poitin, peat-soft but strained through quartz and sand.
I sip the land,
as raindrops fling in Highland haze.  

I need to be where sea sobs shore...
Where wild hart roar…
Where stars are crushed…
Where nights are hushed…
Where air is made…
Where time will fade.

I need to be
where I must be.

Tectak
Shieldaig
2013

The buzzards are still a problem, I know you want snow-capped mountains, but because you started your sentence talking about buzzards, first what they are doing and then what they are wearing, it becomes amusing.

The music, as I said before is quite nice.  I know you need "quartz and sand" for your music, but otherwise quartz is useless and the technician in me says find something else.

"I sip the land" is perfect.

I see some qualms over bryophytic but they are ridiculous, the words has a beautiful Scottish lilt to it and, geez, how lazy can people get when google is everywhere now?

I might, if I was being picky, complain about raindrops dancing as I believe they made a car wax with a similar name so it /might/ be cliche.

sea sobs shore is good
wild hart roar is good


the language does fade at the end, but so be it, it is certainly dense enough throughout to support.

cheers

milo

Hi milo,
A reread. "As raindrops FLING in Highland air"   Highland Fling...get it
Quartz and sand for music. No. The Torridon Munroes REALLY are quartzite peaks  on sandstone braes!
I cannot get the image out of your head It is the bloody bosom bens that are CUPPED (bosom-cupped-brassiere-bustenhalter) in white cotton kufti....not the buggering buzzards!
See attached.
Best,
   tectak

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I need to be where buzzards broach the bosom bens, i googled but never found the bosom bens, i'm figuring it's a type of fungi. good opening line.
cupped in white cotton kufi and pure as faith and prayer.  good image
I need to feel the brittle breeze first  numb my  brow and then
upon my cheek, high clicking sticks shed  needles slick;  could something better than sticks be used? i know it works with click and slick but it feels out of place. a stick usually being a dead thing.
I feel no pricks,
just pine scent  in the gloaming air.,

I need to be where snow-swans slide on silver trays; cracking image
in leaf-dark shaded water, glass paned on sun-sweat days. and again
I need to drink fast streams that leach  from bryophytic braes; i'm sure it works but wonder if it works well enough? i'm guessing many will view bryophytic as being something akin to greek syphilis
still-clear as gin, peat-soft but strained through quartz and sand. clear as gin is cliche extreme
I sip the land,
as raindrops fling in Highland haze.  

I need to be where sea sobs shore...
Where wild hart roar…
Where stars are crushed…
Where nights are hushed…
Where air is made…
Where time can fade.
I need to be
where I must be. the last 3 lines feel to poetic/forced.

Tectak
Sheildaig
2013

i enjoyed it till the end where i think you ran out of good sentences to use
still an enjoyable read

....and for billy...see attached. Thanks
Tectak