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Scotland Beauty
by Kristina Woodhill
you
there
red hair
locks cascading
Scottish flowing rivulets
lineage deeply layered, roots in
rippling blood, shed gladly - tears and wounds
wrapped round with silken healing, swirling strands
released in clan-led dance or bowing o'er, enveloping
lips' crimson melt e'er shouting out keen heartland's passion
i would braid a crown to kiss your queenly brow
09/18/2009
Author's Note: A fine Scottish family sighted as we walked in Victoria, B.C., across from The Empress Hotel.
Posted on 09/19/2009
Copyright © 2025 Kristina Woodhill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 09/19/09 at 03:52 AM i bet that was an awesome experience. i am insanely jealous that you got to go there and live it up. this is classic woodhill, this is a poet's poem. this is poet's poetry to me. you even gave it a nice little pyramid structure which challenges the writer more, though you shined brightly in doing so. busting up words and using those with plenty of fire and flames, this is impressive...tasty cake. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 09/19/09 at 09:33 AM this ode is surely good to the last drop and detail and leaves a fine taste in one's soul. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 09/20/09 at 02:29 AM "i would braid a crown to kiss your queenly brow" matches the elegance of her hair, my odette-gifted friend ;) Lovely, all. |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 09/21/09 at 07:32 PM They say, "dinnae marry fur money", but they don't mention anything about hair...She should be dancing in the sun with flowers in her hair. Beautiful capture of a moment. Thanks. |
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