A Poem of Orkney…
The Orkney Islands... a world where the sea kisses the sky, and the land hums with ancient stories.
Here, in breath taking Orphir, time drifts like the tide.
Rolling hills cradle the remnants of history gone by, while wildflowers dance in the wind’s embrace and the suns occasional kiss.
In spring the fields start to come a live – first with snow drops and daffodils and then the carpets of yellow of dandelions.
The cliffs stand tall and strong, where they’re guardians of the North Sea, their weathered faces carved by centuries of salt and storm that has passed.
Below, waves kiss and crash against the stone, a ceaseless lullaby for this rugged paradise.
The Old Man of Hoy standing tall, the guardian of the passageway to Stromness.
Golden light spills across heather-clad moors, painting the landscape in hues of amber and green. The air carries the scent of the sea — crisp, untamed, alive.
In quiet moments, you’ll hear the echo of footsteps long past. Viking whispers linger in the ruins, and the sky, vast and endless, stretching like an ancient canvas.
Wildlife flourishes — seals bask on rocky shores, seabirds soar in endless arcs, and beneath the waves, whales in transit through the flow with life pulses in secret harmony.
Orkney is not just a place. It’s a feeling. A connection to something greater, something eternal, one breathes of the Orcadian sea can heal any wounds that linger, you can feel your life source filling with eternal energy.
Physical and Mental wounds start to heal. There is majesty in the air as well as soul repairing embers; that wrap around you and supply that also necessary embrace.
So breathe it in... and let your soul wander through the ancient lads of centuries passed.
Written by Benjamin-Ashley Whitworth 4th March 2025
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