Category Archives: Love

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”

Desperately Seeking Scotland

Yon bonnie banks heal my hardened heart,
as wistful wonder brings me back to my home.
Having had traveled to places,
familiar faces serve to soothe my soul.
It takes its toll. This grand goal
really refreshes a world wide fool.
Spirits soar when the Highland hills call.

DM

Complex Alliterisen as featured at Poetic Bloomings

All is Fair in Love

Skin so fair,
milky and unblemished
with the purity of wind blown snow.

Hair so fair,
golden blonde tresses flow
to frame the chiseled features below.

Eyes so fair,
the windows of her soul.
Look to view each season of this man.

Love so fair,
reaching into my heart
to claim the places where it resides.

DM

HEATHER ON THE HILL

The chill is gone from my weary bones,
I feel the therapeutic warmth of a summer’s sun
in this diminished preview spring offers.
The mist upon the loch rises ever slightly
as the brightly coloured hues hibernate
awaiting their blooming. Soon, the hills
will be awash with the beauty reborn.
And my worn and tattered heart starts to feel
the reel that the pipes provide and it can not hide
the thrill I find in Heather on the hill!
(And Heather doesn’t mind it either!)

DM

In The Clutches

In the clutches of a heart so true,
a lost soul finds comfort and security.
It is the purity of love that fills
one to satisfaction, through thought and word and deed.

We feed our hunger with tender tastes of kisses, found
in the clutches of a heart so true.
We have come to sup at desire’s table,
able to share the feast of love’s pure beauty.

Lovers have a duty to persevere through
obstacles and pitfalls, being held
in the clutches of a heart so true.
Strong is the belief that love conquers.

Do you believe in love?
It is the lifeblood of humanity expressed
in the giving of one to another, embraced
in the clutches of a heart so true.

Kairn


Kairn, a daughter so fair and pure,
born of grace and beauty; demure
in her womanly wiles, her smile
can charm the monster from Lough Ness.

She touched my heart when she was born,
Kairn, a daughter so fair and pure,
giving me a part of her soul,
this gentle girl in full control.

Her mother’s looks and her father’s
way with words, both expressed in love,
Kairn, a daughter so fair and pure;
an angel. Sent from up above,

Blessing all that know her spirit.
And her voice, the way I hear it
fills all my days with joy for sure,
Kairn, a daughter so fair and pure.

Written for the dear heart of a daughter, Kairn Blythe McIllwain.

LOST WITHIN

Lost within the heart of reason,
a love once burning, extinguished,
covered in ash and soot, buried.
Deeply sequestered from this life.

Vanquished soul, sapped of breathing’s fire
lost, within the heart of reason
rests, the remnants of emotions
adrift on oceans of sorrow.

And what will the morrow offer?
Love’s most gentle intervention
lost within the heart of reason?
Or despair for the heart’s demise?

It is unwise to give up hope.
Love’s rose will bloom amidst the thorns,
filling your soul with bouquets, once
lost within the heart of reason.

PIPER MAGIC

In the reel of the pipes
there lives a muse both mythical
and magical. Scots a’fore me,
most celebrated for their wile,
bring mirth to a worn and tired soul.
Any toll life may have visited upon you,
dissipates in the loving tones of kith and kin.
And within the notes played soulfully,
a transformation occurs. Within the heart it stirs
and love is aroused in the pitch and timber.
A prestidigitation  in sound, musical and magical.

DM

I’ve returned from more extensive travel to wrap myself in the comfort of a homespun holiday celebration. Happy Christmas to all.

Fare Thee Wiel

The sorrow in parting diminishes
as one phase finishes and the next cycles.
But there is only interruption to the norm,
there is no separation from the one
and only you know that for sure.
She hath languished in her beauty
and her devotion to you was more of want
than duty. But distance beckons and you
take your leave, believing your hearts
ne’er part. You draw her high and amidst
the tears and embraces, your faces touch
a mere taste to last your journey. Goodbye
ne’er enters into thought; you warmly smile
whispering “Luv, Fare thee Wiel”!

 

DM

Clearly Clerihew

Learn your lesson, Dyson,

and surely don’t think twice, son.

Sure, Scots pipers flounce and flirt,

not all guys look good in a skirt!

–The poetic form Clerihew is featured at Poetic Bloomings