Poem -
Windsong
A course is set to dam the VΓΆlsungβs blood
Beneath that laughing dancerβs shaded gleam
Where thought is shrouded deep in memoryβs hood
And natureβs wellspring swells beyond the stream.
As memoryβs strangled renderings collide
with stranger cries along the forest floor
He sees (as in a clearing) Brynhildβs eyes
Though fading with the sun ~ they laugh no more.
So haunted by the shades of passions gone
A leaf (unseen ~ unmarked) begins to fall
That voice re-joins the wood-birdβs silent song
In answer to the ravensβ dying call.
His eyes grow dim ~ kissed by a tender breeze
As wind-song whispers secrets through the leaves.
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The ending gives me chills each time I read it, the metaphors of our hero dying are so beautifully worded
I love this whole sequence Jason, as I do all of your poetry, but this mythological tale is just crafted into absolute perfection.
Not only do I love you as person, I am in complete awe of you as an artist.
All my love
Your Lorna
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Now isn't that an odd thing! As it happens, I love you as an artist...and I'm in complete awe of you as a person. Funny the way things twist around, eh?!
I'm glad you love the whole sequence; personally, I prefer the two parts of it I wrote for you...but maybe I'm biased!?!
All mine too,
your Jason xxx
Excellent! I could here the music as I read this. Beautiful work here, the death of a mortal married to a Vlakyrie in the original saga was always heartbreaking however, this twist resounds so much more passion! Truly wonderful.
Thank you, Shaun.
I very much appreciate it.
J ;)
Hey JASON!!......your Love of Mythology is contagious.....and by putting your own signature phrasing and metaphors to it you've created something brand new and truly compelling......I know I missed one (Cherie filled me in) in this series but I'm so glad I caught the finale.....you write a beautiful death scene ~ "His eyes grow dim ~ kissed by a tender breeze"...the final line a thing of beauty!!......ALL STARS!!......smokin' grooves bro!!......LOVE and ROCKETS!!......T xo ?ββ΄β³
Thanks Tony.
Mythology is deeply important. The oral tradition arose in early human cultures and sustained and codified the tenets and traditions of those cultures generations before the invention of writing. It was through the telling of stories that humans first gathered, preserved and transmitted the collective intelligence (what Terry Pratchett once called the 'extelligence') of the tribe. And so the tribe went on...telling and retelling the old tales...reshaping them to address new questions and developing new(ish) tales in the process.
But a writer, artist and thinker of your probity and scope doesn't need ME to tell him this!
My point is...in retelling the old tales and breathing new life into them...we honour the very roots of who and what we are and those other (greater) writers who have gone before us.
Once again...Thank you.
J ;)
Hello, Jason.
This is such an ethereal treat! Like your title, I am swept away with the melodic echoes of love and tragedy. Β
Lindi
Thank you so much.
I'm glad you enjoyed it.
J ;)
I haven't been on here long but this is the best thing I've seen. Love the lyricism and the use, not slavish but effective of the iambic pentameter. This is a poem to be read aloud.
Thank you...that's very kind of you to say.
Welcome to Cosmofunnel.
J ;)
Top class and I was awe struck reading this!
Thanks Keith.
That's very kind of you to say.
J ;)