Suilven is the name of a stunning sugar-loaf mountain in the NW Highlands of Scotland. This poem is addressed to my son.
What’s in a name?
If and when I have mislaid my name
and stare at you disconcertingly
let me spend a day parked by Suilven,
perplexed by broken water. Turn
my calendar to the mountain’s season,
and set my watch by shadows on the loch.
Forgive me if I lose the reason that we came
or my gaze clouds in a cod-fish kind of way
or if the name I chose for you eludes me.
I’ll still sense mountain, water, love.
from?Dat Trickster Sun: Poems?(Mariscat Press, 2014),?? Christine De Luca 2014, used by permission of the author