Legacy

Legacy

A Poem by Chris Shaw

wild heather in the highlands
lay thick across the vista
a purple headed carpet
spread wide before my eyes
the sky a raspberry sorbet
the loch a lake of echoes
and there the sound of bagpipes
a lonesome piper playing
drowned out the calming silence
he stood there serenading
pink ripples on the water
my love he turned towards me
it was a tender moment
a tender tender moment
a tear fell from his eye
swamped by the sense of history
the castles and the battles
the wretched cries of battle
the clan men clashed in battle
like every conflict since then
no matter the location
the loss is overwhelming
division more division
no winners only losers
this heart is done with clashes
this heart is done with battles
the nails are in the coffin
what’s left a bridge of sighs



© 2025 Chris Shaw


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ouch. deeply touching. doesn't just tug at heartstrings but yanks them. ive always been moved by movies showing men in kilts with bagpipes marching into battle or playing at funerals. your words offer justice to injustice. change is the only thing that needs be whistled in the wind.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


Pete

2 Weeks Ago

i will. i was dying to stand on a cliff with a green meadow and sheep behind me and the crashing oc.. read more
Chris Shaw

2 Weeks Ago

Now you have reminded me of a Thomas Hardy classic. Far from the Madding Crowd. A bad and mad sheep .. read more
Pete

2 Weeks Ago

lol. perhaps that's when the poet in you was born.
Powerfully profound!
I imagine many people can relate to this as either character.
I have a few friends who suffer at some level with their memories.
As always...your work is brilliant!

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


Chris Shaw

2 Weeks Ago

Thank you for stopping by and for your encouragement. Much appreciated.

Chris
Delightful. I am certain you grandfather would be nodding in agreement with me and hppy to see his introduction took hold.

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


Chris Shaw

3 Weeks Ago

Many thanks Winston for stopping by and leaving your thoughts. Much appreciated.

Chr.. read more
wow I was breathless. the ending definitely ripped a piece out of my heart, I lost that battle.
the poem made me feel this at first; you know when you go to a museum or an ancient city and think "wow people lived here before and who knows what stories they had". i think this is a real legacy.
then the story evolved to something else, reminding me that love is also a real legacy, and especially when there is a party left behind. really powerful, i loved it
thanks for sharing, i love your work

Beren.

Posted 4 Weeks Ago


Chris Shaw

4 Weeks Ago

Thank you so much Beren. Scotland is rich in history as well as the most beautiful of landscapes. It.. read more
ya had me at raspberry sorbet ... my favorite
it's a long wintry wait until my berry garden offers me sweets again
so many metaphors striking a note with me ...
a lonesome piper playing
the wretched cries of battle
no winners only losers

this resonates
thanks friend best to ya eh?


Posted 4 Weeks Ago


Chris Shaw

4 Weeks Ago

Hello Keith. A belated happy new year to you. Thanks for stopping by and reading Legacy. It’s a lo.. read more
Quite a good write here... read through a few times. I enjoyed it and the colorful imagery contained within.

Posted 4 Weeks Ago


Chris Shaw

4 Weeks Ago

Thank you so much for your visit and kind review Todd. Pleased you enjoyed Legacy, especially that y.. read more
spread wide before my eyes
the sky a raspberry sorbet
the loch a lake of echoes

I love this play on words, this is wonderful

Posted 4 Weeks Ago


Chris Shaw

4 Weeks Ago

Thank you for your lovely review. Much appreciated.

Chris
Such a a powerful meditation on the lasting legacy of conflict and the yearning for a more harmonious future. I am blessed by this Chris, thanks. 🙏🏻
Freds

Posted 4 Weeks Ago


Chris Shaw

4 Weeks Ago

Many thanks Freds pleased you enjoyed Legacy. Scotland has a rich history of conflict within its bea.. read more
Red Brick Keshner

4 Weeks Ago

Most welcome Chris 🙏🏻🕊
Freds
Heavy sigh! You transported us to the scene. "Pink ripples and raspberry sorbet"....delicious imagery! Romantic and yet wistful....your poetry brings out so many emotions. Indeed, the loss is overwhelming when wars and skirmishes exist. Beautifully written. Lydi**

Posted 1 Month Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Month Ago

Thank you Lydi** for your kind words. I appreciate you.

Chris
And good use of repetition

Posted 1 Month Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Month Ago

Thank you Grant

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Chris Shaw
Chris Shaw

Berkshire, United Kingdom



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