11. The Jig

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.

2 thoughts on “11. The Jig

  1. 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.

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