A Song of the Deep Earth and Water
(Inspired by the Volsungs or Elda Edda by JRR Tolkien)
Ancient silence brooding gold
veins of silver dreaming
onyx and agate, dark dooming
diamonds glittering teeth
claws of metal, precious colours
erupt awakening hearts human
dancing in firelight whirling
settling forever a poisonous glow
Under earth the darkness sits
wooing and wailing cowardly fears
deafening ears that once heard
dimming eyes that lit another’s heart
warm caress can wait
murmurs and heartsong will reawaken
always waiting…till conquering
this hoard taken
only then laughter and dancing
oh, when whispers and turning toward
hearts desires waiting
till glitter and glamoured all is done
deep gashes and wounds bleeding
fumes, intense essences
once dilute with crumbs of earth
now naked to the sun
seasons passed, ancient became
the trees and ferns that drank
those poisons long ago released
one great giant tree towered above
a wooden hall of royal blood
courageous ruthless bent on gold
deaf and dumb to whispers of fate
a great sorrow one day to sing
pages written pieces missing
like thunder declares
this same song two millennia on
the same colours show through
earth where shadows sit
groaning grief’s terrifying repeat
a whispered doom, so quiet sits
puts off, turns away, from living touch
Lover 1: Your murmuring chilled, eyes avoided
sailing on an ocean past each other
yet within reach while
inner whispers turn hearts to glitter
Lover 2:…can wait…a little longer
confusion creeps, doom repeats
betrayed, broken, alone
Lover 1:…now arms full of treasures, alone too.
children, cousin, friend grown old
some gone in the sunset
no eyes left waiting to admire
no ears to hear of battles fought
the strength and work collecting
a dragons hoard
empty halls, cold windows
howling wind barely caresses now
again in ageless dreaming
broken treasure clad hero
wanders uncomprehending
time passing, grey hair growing
this time hearing ocean waves singing
sirens beckoning, sleepy end wrapped in the deep
the waves crashing deadly
another end…
…ancient sadness echoing
A Song of the Light
(The kind do not have histories written of them)
A swallow hops and scavenges
flutters higher to hand, still
friend given crumbs
gentle sweet scent of jessamine
hands that held and grew
no blood or waiting caused…
it’s a fleeting dream…an unwritten singing
quiet lives of the beloved.
Lathalia Song is currently an artist, teacher, writer and advocate. She screen prints ink designs, small watercolours, and poetry for healing and meaning. Finding freedom in the way nature makes her illustrations. Twitter: Hope Song@flywaterleaf Instagram: lathaliahopesong. Currently editor for Authors Australis https://www.authora.net/. Previously an editor, designer and copywriter for various design agencies. Sharing the joy of creativity each year at heffalumpdezign.com
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