Scotch Measure (Part One)


By Angusfolklore
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Old men, see, when I was young,
were different men.
Carved like figureheads of fright,
creatures of night, worse than the dead,
some of them.
Auld callans born when Victoria
surfed the waves,
Methuselah men with bunnets
welded to cast iron heids,
where nothing was bidden to enter
but what they thought was so.
Ancient so-and-sos,
kings of malcontent,
hell bent, some of them,
to make young lives a misery.
Bad granddads, coupons like leather,
that would have cracked if a grin
had dared to intrude,
bad mood grandpas who'd
weathered worse things that
we'd ever dreamed,
and let you know it,
who damned any wonder with faint praise,
stripped the joy from any ceilidh,
like bad fairies at the birth of mirth.
Or so I thought for years.
But was there a secret faun at the heart
of some such auld anes?
Some secret delight well hid
in their Cairngorn, graceless faces?
For, as I venture towards
their their territory in terms of years,
I fear not the end of things,
but the beginning of becoming
how they seemed,
men of a single note,
unbending even unto death.
For much of this was a fear
of not giving themselves away,
or being told constantly not
to strive to seem better
than any who stood alongside them.
Old men, themselves raised in the shade
of sabbatarian forebears,
stricken by Sabbath misery forever,
when they were laddies who should
have been treated better.
Products of east coast Scotland
silent malaise seeping down centuries,
drummed into to be no better
than the sum of their tribal fears.
Angus men, from Mearns and Fife,
generations cowed down the by overshadow
of something never explained.
I see your tattie bogle shadows,
fore-faithers of the gloaming,
measure your now tongueless tread,
as quiet now as ever you were
badly taught to be.
And I see beyond the tattered, rigid
sailcloth of your bearing,
still worn as your shroud,
see the North Sea blue steel
shining through with true.
I see the wonderment
of your want to dance.
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ah, Lord of the dance, indeed
ah, Lord of the dance, indeed.
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Very beautiful. I am looking
Very beautiful. I am looking forward to the next part!
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