Intrigued by affinities,
we’re talking again
on a favourite theme:
how traversing
reputed distances
we keep stumbling
across common ground.
Maybe here’s something
we might take for a clue:
suggestive plangencies,
bagpipe music,
exiled to the shores
of Celtic Europe,
held tight to
in the Rhodope Mountains.
Image: Marina Shiderova; text: Tom Phillips
