{"id":1498,"date":"2009-02-16T15:10:22","date_gmt":"2009-02-16T19:10:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/riverwriter.ca\/wordcurrents\/?p=1498"},"modified":"2014-11-08T17:25:45","modified_gmt":"2014-11-08T22:25:45","slug":"archive-in-perpetual-schottische","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/riverwriter.ca\/wordcurrents\/2009\/02\/16\/archive-in-perpetual-schottische\/","title":{"rendered":"archive: in perpetual schottische"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>in perpetual schottishe<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><em>Tune your pipes and honk \u2019em up lad<br \/>\nand sup on the whiskey we gi\u2019 you<br \/>\nfor tartan is flying and summer is glad<br \/>\nand the blood\u2019s in the tune alleluia<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>O hear the soft swirls of the piobaireachd<br \/>\nmy lass: and dream of your love in the valley<br \/>\nhe is deep in the loam with a lance as his lot<\/em><br \/>\n<em>but you shed not a tear at his passing<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>And he on the rock again dances schottische<br \/>\nand flings his slung sporran so sweet<br \/>\nso strike up the c\u00e8ilidh and sing out me lads as he<br \/>\nflings his delicate feet\u2013 <\/em><\/p>\n<p>She tears her teeth from this rotten fruit and turns to the laundry ready<br \/>\nto pound it on the rock worn smooth by her constant corrosive curses<br \/>\nher hands are coarse and as cracked now as the rock when two were young<br \/>\nand he stood on it teasing her crossed ankles frozen in perpetual schottische<br \/>\nhe said and he danced on laughing for her to blush and soften her reluctance<\/p>\n<p>Oh God she had let him go without tasting him once<br \/>\nforced his spoon to stay on the counter as her mother used to say<br \/>\nher sister\u2019s son hops into the creek as trout wriggle away in the sun<br \/>\nhe seeks gooey clay for his mother\u2019s mocking artful fingers<br \/>\nshe watches him search the clear water with his delicate feet<\/p>\n<p>From the cool clay his mother fashioned the effigies of<br \/>\na youth lying dead straight arms crossed on his breast<br \/>\nand a banshee prostrate pounding her tears into it all<\/p>\n<p>[I wrote this piece as a contest piece for a <a title=\"visit wild poetry forum\" href=\"http:\/\/wildpoetryforum.com\" target=\"_blank\">WILD Poetry Forum<\/a> monthly contest. The contest requirement was to use two arbitrarily given lines, which in this case were &#8220;he flings his delicate feet&#8221; and &#8220;From the cool clay his mother fashioned the effigies&#8221;. The podcast of the reading is available directly below.]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>in perpetual schottishe Tune your pipes and honk \u2019em up lad and sup on the whiskey we gi\u2019 you for tartan is flying and summer is glad and the blood\u2019s in the tune alleluia O hear the soft swirls of &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/riverwriter.ca\/wordcurrents\/2009\/02\/16\/archive-in-perpetual-schottische\/\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[45,18,41,3],"tags":[607,131,252],"class_list":["post-1498","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-aging","category-archive","category-barbershop-singing","category-poetry","tag-mythology","tag-romance","tag-scottish"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/riverwriter.ca\/wordcurrents\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1498","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/riverwriter.ca\/wordcurrents\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/riverwriter.ca\/wordcurrents\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/riverwriter.ca\/wordcurrents\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/riverwriter.ca\/wordcurrents\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1498"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/riverwriter.ca\/wordcurrents\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1498\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4164,"href":"https:\/\/riverwriter.ca\/wordcurrents\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1498\/revisions\/4164"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/riverwriter.ca\/wordcurrents\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1498"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/riverwriter.ca\/wordcurrents\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1498"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/riverwriter.ca\/wordcurrents\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1498"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}