Want to blow my penny whistle?
Seek a soulful tune and puff your
cheeks; the puny sound ensuing
is a travesty, a pitiful expression
of the majesty and grand mystique
the whistle cometh with. The secret
isn’t all that much a secret, methinks
you dare to blow a peep with too much
gravity. Lessen of your effort, relax,
take a softer touch, breathe a bit
between your cheeks; who cares if it
sounds weak asthmatic warbling,
it’s history that the whistler seeks.
© 13 October 2007, I. D. Carswell
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