Book of poems written for the second and third years of the Promptly Poetry Challenge. |
| Bagpipes Bagpipes make me cry, indeed I know not why; it’s not because I hate their sound or cos it grates. The truth is I just love the drones that rise above, their voice so wild and high from glen unto the sky. ‘Tis British pride that drives the teardrops from my eyes, it’s pleasure in the sigh and guilt since boys don’t cry. Line count: 12 Rhymed couplets For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 7 Prompt: A guilty pleasure. |