CAULD PIPE REELS

Men in plaid, skirted
and flirting with machismo
where’er they go they blow.
The sound sweet as chocolate
filling the air; making the hair
on my arms to stand and salute.
The intonation is a sensation
that any Scot would devour.
It is our theme, the soundtrack
that brings us back to the sod.
My God, it fills the air with flair,
whene’er the cauld pipe reels play there.

Posted at Poetic Bloomings – Prompt “In the Air Tonight”

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3 responses

  1. I got a little chill reading this. ❤ Lovely.

  2. You are such a great poet, Dyson. we are missing you a great deal at Poetic Bloomings. I see you have not posted here on your own site since the beginning of June. Hoping all is well, dear one.

    Marie Elena

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