Their haunting sound calls out to me:
“Come home...come home;” across the sea
to highlands, and to castle keeps,
to lowland lakes with monster deep.
The Shetland Isles, the Hebrides—
I feel them calling out to me.
This ancient land, a mother’s pride;
it’s in her dream that I abide.
I feel the pull deep in my bones—
The pipes, the pipes…they call me home.
© Ginny Brannan 2013
|Map Image, St. Ninian's Isle, Scotland, provided by The Mag|
Poets often write in different “voices” and this is written in the "voice" of my husband. His Scottish heritage hails from his mother's family, with names of Wilson from the Gunn Clan from Caithness; and Gibson from the clan Buchanan— with history dating back to 11th century origins on the eastern shores of Loch Lomond. We've been to Ireland and hope to visit Scotland someday. Those pipes are calling...
Written for The Mag #186. Image provided by Tess Kincaid. She provides the image, we the story!