Hello... From: Rowenas Poetry Corner... An excerpt from my novel, Voices of the Stars (Permuted Press). Branwen’s song had a Magic of its own, the power of it seemed to circle and fill our whole grounds. When she sang it, all Creatures – Animal and Human – hushed, but the Air stirred as if she had called the Winds. Heart-piercing was the melody, and her words cut to the bone. I knew... yes I knew what her song was about. “I sing a song macabre A dark and restless tune A woeful tale of sadness over Love... Oh-oo-oo-oo-oh... All over Love... How once the Raven sang more sweetly than the Nightingale Her Spirit soared more joyfully than a Crane in flight Her heart was full and peaceful as the Dove... But then you clipped the Raven’s wings Now she no longer sings Her heart a lonely fortress... over Love Oh-oo-oo-oo-oh, all over Love... Oh-oo-oo-oo-oh, I’m over Love...” Of course, there were other Seers amoung us who felt the hollow hopelessness in her song as did I. But the others – overwhelmed by Branwen’s golden mask and dark shadows, equally devastatingly beautiful and disturbingly mysterious – stood to their feet, applauded and cheered her. Happy 2015! May the cup of your needs be filled to overflowing. Rowena Whaling Photography by Carla Rey Lankford
Posted on: Thu, 08 Jan 2015 06:20:58 +0000
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