Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

Saturday, December 25, 2021

The Lament of Sidhelagh


 The Lament of Sidhelagh


Was it so long ago
We danced in the early dew
Loving the dawning
With everything new

Was it so far from here
We danced in the dawning
now ‘tis the gloaming
and darkness is near

where now the singing
or melodies ringing
horses are screaming
eagles on the wing

to battle to battle
so sound the Horns
bells add their crying
darkness draws nigh

where now hearth-home
where our sweet bairns
where our true mates
ah – we mourn

grieving and fighting
no new daylighting
side by side fighting
holding the day

holding and holding
holding lest faith should fall
where now the future
for which we risk all

we fall and we fall
who now to stand
tomorrow tomorrow
now in your hand

I fall oh I fall
Hear now my voice
Hard in your ear
Stand you must stand

Kiss now my daughters
Hold close my own
Tell them their mother
Has gone down

Give them big boots
tell them they must grow the feet
to stand in those boots proud and tall
and to hold
to hold
to hold 

These words came to me when I could not manage to get this message to come out right. 
I finally gave up, closed my eyes, and just blind-wrote whatever came, having no idea what words I would find when I opened my eyes.

The back story here is that (in the very first book of the series) Sidhelagh dies in battle, fighting for the safety of her family. Her husband Danann has just died in her arms. Fury and grief vie for dominance as she takes out after the ones who have come to kill those she loves. She knows she's going to die; knows also that her daughters are NOT going to die - the torch passes into their keeping, to keep safe for the next generations.

Perhaps I shouldn't be too shocked to find that these words can be sung to the melody of *The Flo'ers o' the Forest*. Reference to the ancient lament shows up fairly regularly in the books of *They Are My Song*, as our fictional family seems to always be fighting for elusive peace. It is a haunting melody, filled with grief but also, inexplicably, carrying hope - and love immeasurable. Because without deep love there would be no deep mourning.

The battle that takes Danann and Sidhelagh is the first one I had to write. It doesn't get any easier to write those scenes.

Tuesday, December 1, 2015

Danann's Song



Spirals interlocked dimension upon dimension
Colors upon colors
Notes upon notes
Throughout the entirety of the world
Throughout the eternity of the universe
Never ending
Never beginning
Round and round and round
Spinning web after web after web
Blending and twining
Inseparable
What has been
Will again become
What now is
Has before been
What will  become
Has been already
Again
Again
Again
Turning
Changing
Ever eternally the same
Yet forever changing
Locking colors
Locking notes
Locking circles
Spirals upon spirals within spirals
Listen
The music of the universe
Watches
Becomes
Becomes else
Again
Again
Again
What has been
Will again become
What now is
Has before been
What is to become
Has already been
Again
Again
Again
What has been
Will again become
What now is
Has before been
What will  become
Has been already
Locked
Bound
Inseparable
A web woven
Bright colors
Intricately locked
Twined
Symphony of the universe

Repeated melody

Sunday, November 8, 2015

Time to Dance : A Collection of Poetry



Somehow poetry is the hardest of anything to share with others.

There's something about it that's deeply personal - it seems to come from a part of your innards nobody ever really gets to see. And some of my poems I'm not yet courageous enough to share. Not yet.

This is now in the process of coming live on Kindle; tomorrow I'll do the proof approval for the print book and it will become available via Amazon in a day or two.

Meanwhile, this woman is going to get a good night's sleep. Tomorrow while I wait for the final bits on publishing this book, I'll be letting SNARK incubate and getting myself busy with some really fun art projects! 

Enough with the words for a little while - even one day will be a blessing!







Thursday, September 24, 2015

I want to live in a world where people care



I want to live in a world
where people care
where when something goes wrong
somebody is there 
not to holler and blame
or point fingers of shame
but just to offer a hand
and get something planned
that will make a difference
in somebody's life
instead of fighting and yelling
and feeding the strife.

Sunday, August 2, 2015

Flame of Wisdom

The below is the result of a dream I had some time back, at least I'm assuming it was a dream ... the poem can be found in my poetry blog ... take it as you will ...




Now before anyone gets all bent out of shape about this one, please remember that the Holy Trinity has been around since the dawn of creation, not invented by Christianity. This image came to me and I'm sharing it here.


Wisdom is the name of a flame which,
In the darkness of a world gone empty,
Can be seen moving about.

You will see her steady progress,
Then a flare of brilliance,
And on she goes.

Sometimes like a shooting star,
Sometimes like a firefly,
Wisdom is everywhere always at once.

She will bring her light to you
In the deep of the dark,
And then something happens,
An event big or small
Which will give you hope
And make you smile again.

Ever moving, ever still is Wisdom.
Calm coals quiet in your soul
Or blazing hot and furious is Wisdom.

In the warmth of the hearth
In the bleak cold dark
Wisdom shines, glows, burns ever bright.

Wisdom is sunshine and lightning;
She is all things white.
Justice and mercy and peace are hers.

Our hearts will be stung
With the buzz of accusation
Our tears will fall in sorrow.

Wisdom will gather us as bees to their queen
Firelight of hearth, of home,
Where we will find solace and calm rest.

She will bring to us justice;
Her wrath grows slowly
But it is inexorable.
She will teach us
The meaning of mercy
And we shall have peace.

White flame of justice;
White flame of mercy;
White flame of peace;
Eternally carrying light
Where else all would be dark –
White flame never extinguished.


Wisdom is the name of a flame . . .


Taking the view of the Holy Spirit as a Mother figure is nothing new in this world. It may be at odds with patriarchal cultures but there's nothing the least bit unnatural about perceiving our Deity in terms of what is natural in our world. 

By definition a Father cannot exist without a Mother, nor a Mother without a Father, nor either of them without a Child - a Son or a Daughter.

In the dream that triggered this poem the Mother has a name; here I represent that name with the concept of 'Wisdom' ... 

Knowledge without Wisdom is a Mind without a Soul. Knowledge and Wisdom are without form unless brought together in a physical being.