Cradle - A Triolet

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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.

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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

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Tom Harding

Wed 26th Jan 2011 22:39

i like the theatrics of this. it reminds me of a leonard cohen song - possibly 'the faith' - which is a villanelle, i think? it has a similar hypnotic repetition to that form.

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John Coopey

Wed 26th Jan 2011 22:23

This is a b*gger to do what with it only having 2 rhymes. But the repetition does seem to lend a certain juh nuh seh kwah.

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