Pim Claridge

Life in the Scottish Borders, one stanza at a time

Kettle-Drum-Dance

and the drums resonate as
brisk staccato of kettle drums dance
accross a kettle-drum herring-bone sky
beyond the trees the crisp beats...
resonate
resonate as
pleated tartans swing to the lilt
of a hundred pipes and drums
beyond the trees drums
resonate
resonate as
colours swing colours swirl
mixed with echo chant and song
and over the grass the beat
beat beat of the drums
resonates
resonates as
beyond the trees beyond the fields
over the moors and mountain paths
the skirl is heard in empty hearts
that yearn for the brisk life-beat
as the kettle-drums
resonate
resonate as
beyond the trees legends bind
tartan song myth and dance and
twist lifes skein in cherished weave
on a loom of deep-drum beats that
resonate

resonate