Poems

By Martine Thimond 

Illustrations Floflette Pellegrin
 

Eternal Love 

 You, wonderful couple, 

Coming from this magical kingdom 

Here, my heart's trembling 

When the name Fraser, I'm hearing. 

Beyond the Highlands, 

 Knight with valiant heart, 

Found his White Lady 

To live an Eternal Love 

Sweet Highlander's heart 

Lovely Highlander, 

Called Jamie Fraser, 

Here is your story 

Of battles and victories. 

Love is your guide, 

Scoltland is your home, 

Sun's rising up in the sky 

Let you see Lallybroch 

With your white lady, 

Sweet and brave lassie 

 O How my heart, 

filled with happiness, 

To see this enchanting place 

Inhabitaded by the fairies 

Scotland, my Love 

Tell me your story, 

This one, of Bonnie 

Who left his home 

Scotland, the Beautiful, 

Get out of your entrails 

The loyal legends 

Which cost you so many battles 

Now, the mist closed in the horizon, 

At the evening, Druids will guide you, 

Through the stones and heather, 

Your way, you'll find towards Universe. 

In the Thistle's country, 

You're now united, 

 To change the history 

Wanted by Charles Edward. 

In the depths of Scotland, 

After a beautiful wedding, 

A destiny is preparing, 

But don't loose your soul. 

Here is this Celtic Nature, 

Offers you to go through the centuries 

To fly to this 

Eternal Love's assistance 

Mum, desperately 

When in my body,
a Child is coming
Hope, really
Here you are, so quickly 

To build you a better world
That is your parent's work
Doing with so fervour,
And loving you so powerfully 

But I couldn't keep you,
Neither you, nor my tears,
To take you away from my soul,
And let you leave alone 

You, my child,
Who left my entrails
In spite of everything,
Here you are, as a little quail. 

I look at you, sleeping
Waiting for your waking
As the sun
which gives me some light
to my night 

But, huddled up in my heart,
God, what a pain !
Now, you're gone
My sweet little doll 

Me, your mum,
who loves you so much
My sweet baby
Gone with the fairies 

Mo Chridhe 

But I couldn't keep you,
Neither you, nor my tears,
To take you away from my soul,
And let you leave alone 

You, my child,
Who left my entrails
In spite of everything,
Here you are, as a little quail. 

I look at you, sleeping 

Waiting for your waking
As the sun
which gives me some light
to my night 

But, huddled up in my heart,
God, what a pain !
Now, you're gone
My sweet little doll 

Me, your mum,
who loves you so much
My sweet baby
Gone with the fairies 

Mo Chridhe 

Mum, desperately 

 
When in my body,
a Child is coming
Hope, really
Here you are, so quickly 

To build you a better world
That is your parent's work
Doing with so fervour,
And loving you so powerfully 

Here's the day that rises 

On mountains and Glens 

Sun on the hills, dances, 

And waterfallls make waves 

     Scotland, my Love   

Here's the day that rises 

On mountains and Glens 

Sun on the hills, dances, 

And waterfallls make waves 

 O How my heart, 

filled with happiness, 

To see this enchanting place 

Inhabitaded by the fairies 

Scotland, my Love 

Tell me your story, 

This one, of Bonnie 

Who left his home 

Scotland, the Beautiful, 

Get out of your entrails 

The loyal legends 

Which cost you so many battles 

Now, the mist closed in the horizon, 

At the evening, Druids will guide you, 

Through the stones and heather, 

Your way, you'll find towards Universe. 

Live to die 

What a charming toddler this is!
Ebony color, it lands there
Around him his universe,
This one, from his fathers and mothers 

Settled in his tribe, 

Coiled in these vast expanses,
Songs of love and prayers,
He is proud of his world. 

But, at the bend of a shore, 

This long sailboat collapsed, 

Embarking on a long journey,
His own who asked nothing 

Wandering on the raging seas,
All these poor people in chains,
Can do nothing but obey,
And live to die 

Centuries of light 

Ah! these centuries of light,
 

Discovering the world,
These brains are so fertile,
To change it into a cemetery. 

These westerners landed,
Preaching for Humanity,
Only poured terror
In all great lords. 

So much arrogance within it,
Makes you feel important
And in his worldly world,
There he is, an exploiting man. 

And yet they pray, they pray,
These poor people of color,
But, have nothing but pain,
Who drowns their souls and their minds. 

Above all, don't forget them,
Despite the centuries that have passed,
Let’s leave the irons and the necklaces,
And Freedom, knowing how to appreciate it