I walked through
the mountains
and I was seeking
my fame
and I was seeking
my name
and I looked in
the river
and I was seeking
my face
and I was seeing
my face
And I walked
through the forests
and I was seeking
my name
and I was seeking
my fame
And the tall
trees spoke to me
they were weeping
my name
they were weeping
my fame
and the crows
flew over me
and the winds
passed around me
as I was looking
for my name
as I was looking
for my fame
and I danced
before the mast
and I danced
before the storm
and the ship
flew onward
as it sailed across
the sea
I danced beside
my coffin
I danced beside
my wreath
the crows flew
onward
as I sailed
across the sea
but I never
found my name
but I never
found my fame
and the ship
sailed onward
and it sailed
across the sea
In late August,
the Tweetspeak Poetry staff and some of the T.S. Poetry authors met at French Lick,
Indiana. One evening was devoted to reading poetry and an informal concert. We
heard Tania Runyan on the fiddle, Laura Lynn Brown on the flute, and Laurie
Klein on the guitar. They played Irish and Scot music, and it was difficult to
keep from dancing (some of us danced, and some of us watched). Two of the songs
they played were “Da Full Rigged Ship” and “Da New Rigged Ship,” Scottish reels
that are typically played together. The above is one of the songs (or poems) I
wrote as I listened to the music.
Wailing Banshees: Da Full Rigged Ship /
Da New Rigged Ship
Love :)
ReplyDeleteI just love this, Glynn.
ReplyDelete-Bethany
Your poem is perfect! I feel the music in the rhythm. What a fun evening it was! You were the bravest dancer.
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