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Piper on The Royal Mile
by Stephen Ogden
Woad-kilted, bare-chested, hair-matted,
his torso shielded by his pipes alone,
he skirled his defiance
at biting wind, rain and man.
A plate filling with water not coins,
the battery of quick-cut notes
dared the harried, glancing tourists
to step up and pay the piper's pence.
Steve
02/22/2011 Posted on 02/22/2011
Copyright © 2024 Stephen Ogden
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/23/11 at 05:13 PM A determined piper, for sure. This made me look back at photos when we were there in 2003 - the piper, on a calm day, fully clad, with his case open in front of him. Makes me think of the wild and the calm of Scotland, one element quickly following the other. Thanks for this. |
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