rattling into the hills
on a small train
green grey brown flash past,
bridges and sheep flicker
in the corners of your eyes.
It’s been a day of big oak barrels, gleaming copper,
cool underground smells, heady fumes.
A bottle of dark gold
whisky uisge beatha water of life
nestles like a curled-up story in your bag,
waiting for dark after-supper time
when hot-coal colours flicker in the fireplace,
familiar well-loved voices warm the air,
talk is long and slow,
hummed notes distill
into bright rich song.
~ Marta Ziemelis. Written in Glasgow and Dubai, copyright August 2013.
Auchentoshan is the name of a whisky distillery near Glasgow, which I toured on my recent visit to Scotland (more about the trip in this post). Part of my reason for going to the distillery was research for a translation project I’m currently working on, and the other part was sheer curiosity. Definitely an intense place – I think I’m beginning to understand why whisky has the potential to fascinate people so much. Slàinte!