poet. writer. imposter.
As today is National Poetry Day (who knew?), I thought I’d better put something up. It’s been a while… Anyway, this started life as a cut-up using some Blake poetry, the lyrics from some of the songs from the soundtrack of the Wicker Man and a couple of other sources. The components were tidied up, shaped and given a readable structure. Inspired by a cut-up would be more accurate, but it still has a nice fractured quality.
Vague Wisdom I'll show you. Tell you again of the wondrous day; tell you tales of midnights cold and clear; days of caustic sun. I’ll call your name in red and white - a tender voice that ends hoarse and ties the broken threads I gave to you. Wassail! Rejoice! He called me by my life and fed at dusk, comforting me with the words: “In wood and withy, I am here.” I say “How do you do, to whit, to woo, and come by the stream to sip the meað I offer. I'll give you things - soft clothing, woolly bright, soft as feather; a cow as mild as milk and a bull as meek as children; a liar, hard as basalt rock. I know who you are - a god lamb blessed; a thing that is true; a bow from the sky and arrow from the earth that sings.”