{"id":6382,"date":"2020-01-17T07:07:44","date_gmt":"2020-01-17T12:07:44","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.bygeorgejournal.ca\/?p=6382"},"modified":"2020-01-12T11:13:28","modified_gmt":"2020-01-12T16:13:28","slug":"the-fiddlers-smile","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.bygeorgejournal.ca\/?p=6382","title":{"rendered":"The fiddler’s smile"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"fiddle_01<\/p>\n

I can\u2019t seem to shake loose this stupid grin
\nAs I watch my son lean into the mic to project the opening notes
\nhe cocks his head to the side and lets his fiddle sing
\na series of double strings, then his fingers run up and down the fiddle\u2019s neck
\nand then a clear high siren, before he brings the reel home with a cascade of sounds<\/p>\n

A young girl is up and dances in front of him
\nshuffling back and forth and keeping rhythm by
\nrunning her hands through her locks
\nOthers stand, smiling, tapping their toes, clapping
\nAnd the bow dips and dives, the music seems to
\ncarry all of us off to another, livelier place<\/p>\n

There\u2019s a faint smile and glint in the fiddler\u2019s eye
\nThough he\u2019s never travelled the road to Errogie
\nhe\u2019s brought the Scotland highlands to this hall, this night
\nWe are there, transported with him, delighted with each draw of his bow<\/p>\n

The right foot stamps as he gazes off somewhere between his notes
\nand then his eyes catch mine and he raises his eyebrows,
\nnods his head towards me, then flashes that fiddler\u2019s smile,
\nsmall gestures that lift and carry me away with him and his tune<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

– Chris George<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

(ed. – This is a newly released poem found in a compilation of verse just released under the title of <\/em>MIDSTEP – A dozen poems towards where I want to be. To get your copy of <\/em>Midstep, contact chrisg.george@gmail.com.)\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

\"walking-349991_640\"<\/p>\n

MIDSTEP – A dozen poems towards where I want to be<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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