Thursday 9 July 2015

Succoth















Cattleshed
Broken by time 
Wilderness and woodland
Stiff trunked trees
Around a place
Of shelter.

Glen Lossie
And a name for bogland,
Nearby Soccach
On the point of a ridge
A ruin, a simple cottar house.

Did the Angel of Yaweh
Descend, here in the damp hills
Of Scotland nowhere west of Jordan,
To argue the toss with Jacob
And there, at the end of Exodus,
Build a byre for the beasts?

So from Padan-aram,
Far from Mesopotamia, or nearer
The by-roads of Forfar,
Somewhere the messenger of Tetragrammaton
Came amongst us, found the elders
Who were gathered, who were instructed
And there, the metal works
The furnaces of all time
Were assembled.

Though nothing remains of them now.

 © BH 2015

This was the fourth in the poem series. It was indeed a place-name conundrum. Succoth and Soccach appear on the map not many miles out of Dalls (Scotland). I looked into the meaning. It got a bit biblical. Especially since we lived a handful of miles from the Angus village of Padanarum.
The picture is a wee but and ben out west, as it happens. My old friend Roy Wentworth told me it's a place so frequented by the wee folk that a visitor from Inverness (at least a centtury past) had to leave. She could get no sleep for their chattering. The cows are from several miles away, imported by pixels.
The sequence is Hollowed #3DuskBloodlinesSuccothBoyhood; plus the bonus, Balance Wheel.

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