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.