Bodhran
I vibrate to your measure
and undulate my tones to your touch.
My skin bears decorations
echoing an ancient poet's culture.
Soft steps I govern
as my cadence bears witness
To the rigid rhythms
of kilted dancers.
I join my voice to melodies
shared in smoky pubs and parlors.
My high pitched comrades
squeezed and bowed
recite the tales
while I lay reasons below
in counterpoint and base notes.
poem by B.V. Dahlen
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