Poetry and Scotch go particularly well together. The lyrical rhythms and cadence of poetry and song are particularly suited to the swirling repetitive notes and flavours found in whisky. Whisky has a foundation, a ground – as does Piobaireachd (a very old style of pipe tune) it repeats and changes as you nose it. It takes you on a journey with twists and turns as you delve deeper into its layers and structure. There is a magical space in poetry between the meanings of the words and sentences where the actual body of the poem lives – this is the same with whisky – you smell the notes and taste the flavours, experience the textures, but, the whisky is more than the sum of these parts – also, after drinking a few drams we, ourselves, tend to wax lyrical….
The Water of Life the spirit has been stilled for long enough the popping of the cork is followed by a rising breath which hangs, then dissipates perhaps all dreams are based upon such stuff
the popping of the cork is followed by a rush of gold for fools, an ancient salve perhaps all dreams are based upon such stuff outdated wisdom and enchantery
no rush for gold of fools, this ancient salve but something which can fire the modern mind an older wisdom and enchantery empowers the soul, releases our true selves
but something which can fire the modern mind a rising breath which hangs, then dissipates empowers the soul, releases our true selves this spirit has been stilled for long enough
Enjoy this poem by Islay girl Elizabeth Angus whilst drinking one of your favourite malts.