Dance a jig upon the ridge
with foaming surf below
to whisk and blend with sky and wind
and spirit, to and fro.
Quickly as the bow reveals
the tones and tunes array
the Celtic lines, do re-define
the balance, and the fray.
Fiddle quick and fiddle fine
Bestir an ancient fire
Music as a tinderbox
creation to inspire.
I love the lilting rhythm of this, the rhyme, & the levity of this piece. I find it difficult to rhyme in this way and admire your ability to do so without compromising the integrity of the poem – each word seems very carefully chosen.
Thank you! I write with an ear to intuition and sound. I’ve been practicing for over 40 years, I’d say! Writing poems since I was 10 or so.