Sonnet to Herself on World Outlander Day

Dàrsaidh’s tribute to Diana Gabaldon and Outlander on this, our first World Outlander Day.


My hands I notice wrinkled, without rings

Turn fast her pages avidly searching

For truth in characters, two steadfast hearts

That stand time’s harshest trials ev’n apart.

In faults do her creations ever thrive

Because their honesty brings them alive.

Adventure, danger, laughter knits their souls

And through this weaving virtues she extols.

Her pen a paintbrush wielded on the page

Transforms our doubts in life culled from our age

Transporting us to meld present to past

Belief that our lives, too, we can recast.

So to this marveled witchcraft I do bend

My knee and humbly dare to call her friend.

View original post

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s