A Solitary Piper

A Solitary Piper

A Poem by Christine Anne Shaw
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A special request from my archives, and I was that girl

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Clad in the tartan of his clan
a piper played a sore lament,
beside the margin of a loch
he piped alone to his content.
Across the vastness he addressed
the lonely depths ten fathoms deep,
the agonies of battles lost
and deeds of men to make one weep.

Gun-metal grey Autumnal sky,
a glint of sunlight through the cloud,
a shaft of gold cast wide its net
as piper's notes were carried loud
and echoed all around the glen
to bounce off rippled water clear.
For all that he both knew and loved
was in this place he held so dear.

Beneath a canopy of trees
of layered ochre, rust-brown skirts,
a woman of but twenty years
watched him in silence, felt his hurt.
A rugged, solitary Scot,
mature in looks, so unaware
that he had touched a stranger's heart
when melancholy filled the air.

© 2019 Christine Anne Shaw


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nature, humans, the integration, the questions asked of each other in silence...i remember finding a small bird at my folk's house on the lake...saved it from drowning...nursed it back to health...it stuck around for a few days even after it could fly...there is some kind of understanding developed...was.
this reminds me of Frost...
j.

Posted 12 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

12 Months Ago

Thank you Jacob. It is a wonderful feeling, that blending into the natural environment. Never forgot.. read more



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you just posted a very special poem here...and with a waft of her pen, we can visit again, and again and again and again.. You are still that girl our Chris.. thank heaven for archives.. I say.... :)

Posted 11 Months Ago


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Neville

11 Months Ago

Ta our Chris, yes we are all off out this evening.. the birthday girl will be burning quite a few..... read more
Christine Anne Shaw

11 Months Ago

She'll have to take a big breath then Neville when those candles are lit and you sing happy birthday.. read more
Neville

11 Months Ago

she will that........... :) x
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For me the best way to listen to the bag pipes is from a distance, preferably just far enough away not to be able to hear them. I think treading on a cats tail would produce a far better sound :)
That being said you have again produced another very well written poem on the subject, with of course a CAS sprinkle of starfish thrown in.
Good morning Christine, hope you are prepared for Britain to grind to a halt, we have SNOW....AAAAAAAAARGHHHHHHHHH

Posted 11 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

11 Months Ago

Hello again Gee. How can't you love the bagpipes. Another one hailing from up there yonder who can't.. read more
Very nice, sometimes it's best to be alone and live with your sorrow. I enjoyed this poem.

Posted 11 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

11 Months Ago

Thank you Jung Lee. I appreciate your visit.

Chris
A lovely and well described sortie into my homelands culture with the eye of a young lady turning it to a melancholy and romantic piece indeed.

Posted 11 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

11 Months Ago

You have a very beautiful homeland and my only regret is that I haven't visited more. This memory st.. read more
i think you are such a pro Christine! it surely shows ... what a beautiful poem ... emotive, descriptive, engaging and deepens with your closing verse ... i love the characters in the mix of nature ... and your center being the piper ... kind of a play on words says i ... the bird and/or the musician ;) .. i am lulled into melancholy and a sad refrain ... how well i remember that love from afar ... i was quite shy in my youth ... tho i did write to Rosemary of my love ... in invisible ink ;)) she asked me if it was i ... which i of course denied .... what a fine poem ... enjoyed with re-reading even more
E.
ps in V2 L6 do you mean off instead of "of" ?

Posted 11 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

11 Months Ago

Dear Mr E. I do love your reviews and I am smiling about your writing in invisible ink. You are corr.. read more
Einstein Noodle

11 Months Ago

makes for dreaming ...
Christine Anne Shaw

11 Months Ago

It does indeed. Brings some warmth on a cold day :)
Very descriptive and full of imagery.....

This one made me think of 'Outlander'; with its Scottish clans, castles and kilts, and of course the haunting tunes of the bagpipes. Aside from the violin, there is no other instrument that can capture melancholy and mourning quite like the bagpipes. It may be derided in some circles as an instrument but it is stirring with its beauty of sound that it creates. Your poem, with its flow and rhyme, certainly does justice to its theme, one that is inventive and gently moving to the reader.

I enjoyed this one very much, Christine. Delicately romantic, poignant and as, always, well written and conceived. A fine piece of writing.

Posted 11 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

11 Months Ago

You are so right about the bagpipes capturing melancholy Doodley. Thank you so much for your wonderf.. read more
You did a great job with this...we never know who we are touching in this life.

Posted 12 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

11 Months Ago

Thank you Levi. I am grateful for your visit.

Chris
A wonderful poem shared dear Chris.
"A rugged, solitary Scot,
mature in looks, so unaware
that he had touched a stranger's heart
when melancholy filled the air."
The above lines. Perfect. What we see, teach-us, the emotions of another. Thank you my friend for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote


Posted 12 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

11 Months Ago

We do learn much by using our observational skills. Good for poetry, good for painting. Thank you Co.. read more
Coyote Poetry

11 Months Ago

I go to Veteran days activities early. Us, old soldiers stand quiet. Men, who saw war and lost frien.. read more
Christine Anne Shaw

11 Months Ago

That's what the piper was doing Coyote and I felt it.
A brilliant bit here, Chris. There is nothing more haunting or stirring that the sound of the pipes on a crisp fall evening. The image you painted of the piper and the woman surely is perfect.

A good write.

Posted 12 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

11 Months Ago

It was a wonderful and memorable moment in time Ted. Pleased to share it with you. Thank you.
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Can hear the mournful bagpipes tune, on the windswept hills. Lovely , thanks for all the reviews truly appreciated.

Posted 12 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

11 Months Ago

Many thanks Moon for your review. I appreciate your visit.

Chris

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Berkshire, United Kingdom



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Have been at Writerscafe for a year now, so pleased I made the change to posting my work here. Have loved reading poetry all my life, but never wrote my first poem until I hit 40. I wish now that I.. more..

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