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Angels With Bagpipes

I know a hidden valley where

The angels play their bagpipes. Why

Should cherubs not prefer our air

To breathless clouds and empty sky?

 

The skirl transports us to the brink

Of paradise, while even white

Angelic wings impart like drink

Their carefree spirit through the night.

 

And we, constrained upon this Earth,

Attempt to recreate with words

The gracefulness and, yes, the mirth

Of flying free among the birds.
March 2018
 
This is my submission to the Oldie Competition in its April 2018 edition. The challenge was to write a poem with the following last words for each line - where, why, air, sky, brink, white, drink, night, Earth, words, mirth, birds. No further guidance or instruction was given.
 
Having recently visited St Giles Cathedral in Edinburgh and admired the carvings of angels with bagpipes, and having bought a replica to mount on the wall in our house, I chose that as the theme of my poem.
 
No success this time, but a mention in dispatches as an unlucky runner up.