The First and Last (Farlien’s Meeting Place)

I could have gone on the ether

I could have kissed the hems

Of the cloud-clad gifts of Demeter

Of the jewels in the rocks and the fens

–

I had no seated bounds

No traces wound ‘round 

Naked lips, wrists, fingers and ankles

My neck I wore white

And clean as the new light

That broke on the spears of the mountains

–

I knew the birds’ hum

And the sybilline thrum

Of the woods and the heather mist rising

I looked no farther away

Than the next dawning day

‘Til I found the first and last treasure

–

I could have gone on the ether

I could have raised the land

With every step after Demeter

With every note sung a command

–

But I found the green by the water

I found flowers born of the eye

I found the words never before uttered

And here I shall evermore lie

*

This poem started with a mondegreene from “Moonlit”, by Villages

Image from Tolkien Gateway

Parallel Outlet: 6

“…at last the band attained bright summit
looked past the clouds across the land
lives braided beaded into a unit
this strange and varied merry band”

The thought came immediately – I want to see this poem as a movie.

Sonnet in my Bonnet, by Brad at beyond the event horizon, tells of a band coming together. Perhaps because of the language I was transported back to the days of lyres and pipes and harps, and I arrived at a time and setting like the Lord of the Rings. Where like some medieval tale the improbable characters would meet, in a land that was still more natural than human.

“Versatile Blogger Award”

luciferknight at Sylvan Historian has kindly nominated me for this “Versatile Blogger Award”, so here are 7 gory details about me:

1. I can bend over backwards
2. I played rugby until I dislocated my shoulder
3. I first went to the US, and swam in the ocean, only this past summer (Canadian, eh)
4. Every time I go to the gym I get jealous of how much stronger boys are