The Cullin hills.


The Cullin Hills.


Over there are the Glens,

Bathed in shadow.

They rise high above the loch.

Mountainous terrain.

A maze of water,

Rushing through, down the land.


The Mountains rise so high,

You could walk right up to heaven.

Patches of Sunlight,

God’s own highlighter.

And a silence so loud,

You hear the wind change.

Pure, Peace.


The Wind whips my face,

And leaves behind it’s icy sting.

Hills dashed and dotted,

With splashes of white

Sheep galore.


I feel the sun,

On my Island weathered face.

Such freedom.

Running across the wide expanse,

Under the Cullin Ridge.


I long to stay here,

At the gateway to Heaven.

Remote, Isolated, Free.

My private Isle.

My Skye,

An Island in the clouds.

I may leave, but here my heart will remain.






Author: dreadibek

I am a vegan dread head who travels Scotland and writes poetry. I am an animal lover and activist. I love baking vegan cakes and biscuits and walking with my dogs, oh and I really love Tattoos. xxxx Feel free to follow me on Instagram. dreadibek_thetattooedpoet06

10 thoughts on “The Cullin hills.”

      1. Been writing poetry for years. Just published a book on amazon actually called poetry from the soul by R.J.Dunning and am looking for an agent to publish a novel. I really love jim carroll and plath. Also Ted huges, Carol Ann Duffy and Jon cooper Clarke.

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