By Natalie Doig

She lives for these days, sun flaming on face
at the edge of the world, she sees no danger;
instead she feels the space before her
full of unfathomed possibility,
sensing the drop through air, through the whip of wind,
the faintest flutter of moisture floating
up from the rippling loch to kiss her,
from the water’s chill depths she hears its whisper.

Others see the immense drop and feel the fear
sight gives them. Others see a blind lady
precariously perched on a precipice.
They want to reach out and save her from
a fate they do not wish to ponder;
their instinct is to protect and cosset her.
Without fully comprehending, they hold
their breath, marveling at her silhouette.

Behind her there are only hard things:
Tongues as sharp as little flint arrow heads,
there’s a land of rocks and ruined castle.
But all before her is truly sumptuous,
that astonishing fragrance of the
coconut gorse and the sweet metallic
tang of water, the tumble of bird song;
here is euphoria. Here she is freedom.

 

Natalie Doig is a graduate of Staffordshire University, where she earned an honors degree in literary and historical studies, and the University of Nottingham, where she received a post graduate certificate in education. Born with cataracts and partially sighted, Natalie has spent the last 17 years campaigning and implementing further rights for people with disabilities across the UK and Europe, a career which has included running a company that provides advice, research, policy and consultancy services in the field of disability and broader equality rights. In her free time, Natalie enjoys writing poetry and fiction, knitting, digital photography, reading, traveling, and spending time with her husband and two cats.