The Blasted Oak of Rannoch Moor

[Martín el Escocés]

1. When shall we three meet again?
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?

2. When the hurly-burly's done,
When the battle's lost and won.

3. That will be ere the set of sun.


1. Where the place?

2. Upon the heath.

3. There to meet with......... Macbeth.

(the cries of their familiars are heard)

1. I come, Graymalkin.

2. Paddock calls.

3. Anon.


1,2,3 Fair is foul, and foul is fair,
Hover through the fog and filthy air.

 

[BarryHamilton]

Martin, this is great! Wonderful light on the moor and The Tree. And I love how the lovely sky has kept the Buachaille and Glen in shadow.
Really nicely done! Takes me back to another cold morning past.

 

[AlanLichty]

That' an awfully lonely looking tree.

 

[Ben Egbert]

Heck that's a lonly looking place. Nice way to integrate poetry with your art.

 

[Bob Denton]

Wonderful words to go with a wonderful image.

 

[JimFox]

Hey Martin,

A simply superb landscape and some magnificent words to go with it? From the Macbeth play?

Jim

 

[Martín el Escocés]

Martin, this is great! Wonderful light on the moor and The Tree. And I love how the lovely sky has kept the Buachaille and Glen in shadow.
Really nicely done! Takes me back to another cold morning past.

I knew you'ld like this Barry. It was taken on a previous visit - with Dimitry, I think. The conditions were fantastic.

That' an awfully lonely looking tree.

There are very few at all on this bleak Scottish heath/moorland. This is the most solitary by far though, as you suggest Alan!