Cradle - A Triolet
The cradle of all – the living, the dead
Where Sol and Lahanna hold thrones,
Where many a sacrifice leached earth red;
The cradle of all – the living, the dead;
Sol guarantees bounty and harvests that fed
We worshipers at these stones;
The cradle of all – the living, the dead
Where Sol and Lahanna hold thrones.
The cradle of all – the living, the dead
By light of Lahanna is shown;
She makes both nightly and monthly her tread;
The cradle of all – the living, the dead -
The circle by which our women have bled
As soon as their childness has flown;
The cradle of all – the living, the dead
By light of Lahanna is shown.
The cradle of all – the living, the dead
By moonlight in winter winds blown
We danced to Lahanna with white robes shed;
The cradle of all – the living, the dead;
Then filed down the Causeway by Elders led
Who chanted in hypnotic tones;
The cradle of all – the living, the dead
By moonlight in winter winds blown.
The cradle of all – the living, the dead
Where no-one is ever alone,
Where ancestors lived and ancestors bred -
The cradle of all – the living, the dead;
As spirits and souls to the netherworld fled;
We buried in barrows their bones;
The cradle of all – the living, the dead
Where no-one is ever alone;
The cradle of all – the living, the dead
Where no-one is ever alone.
Ann Foxglove
Fri 28th Jan 2011 06:45
Have you ever been compared to Leonard Cohen before John? I seem to think you are more cheery! ;-) x