I’m still dreaming of Scotland. This photo was taken from the bus window, so it’s not super clear, but I like how the sun beams down on the modern bridge. Imagine up ahead is the old town of Edinburgh. Scotland was a study in the modern and the ancient alongside each other.
On our return home, I went back to my genealogy to find that I have ancestors from Scotland.
Today I’m turning to the elfchen (or elevenie) form.
Bridge
carries across
Firth of Forth
Travelers of time to
Ancestors
Margaret Simon, draft
Please write a small poem in the comments and respond to other writers.
Reflections on the Teche 
Keep the Scotland pictures coming!!
Remember:
when you stand up tall and straight
when you hold everything steady
it is those lines of support
that make it all possible.
I wish I had been better about taking pictures! Thanks for responding. I love your deeper wisdom poems!
Good advice, I’ll carry it with me. I went after those lines too… ☺️
Lines of support making it all possible – such an appropriate metaphor for a community and the world.
Gorgeous life-infused poem and image, thanks Margaret!
I love the calming gray of your image but went in another direction…
Webs
penetrate time
generate human pulses
journey peaks and valleys,
life
Michelle Kogan, draft
I love the alliteration of p in this poem but also its message of hope.
The verbs you chose to use are strong and active like the web of life.
Yes to the peaks and valleys of every journey!
Your description and elfchen both inspired me, Margaret. I haven’t written an elfchen in a while, so here goes:
Sunglow
lights a bridge
between old and new
illuminates new understandings of
heritage
I love that first word sunglow and how you connected the lines to heritage. Thanks for writing.