Interplay
I am interplay; Scottish-Irish
Interchange of loved-up time
With kilt and shamrock soft
And folds of flowing name:
I am he who drew his name in
Unknown place, where O’ and
Fitz, Campbell and McDonald
Loved and played their deadly
Game. I am interplay….
Where for me the distant pipes
And fiddler’s lilt, whisper to my
Ear, uncertain when to come or
Go and spoil my English sweet
Veneer.
Copyright © Peter Lewis Holmes | Year Posted 2015
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