Lament of the North

[ak_north]

I have been composing more poetry lately. It's solstice season and that always makes me nostaligic. Maybe if I practice, I will be able to write a decent ballad for the princess...


Lament of the North

Little bird, shy bird, call away

Wars of tomorrow.

Mara sings softly with her Northern lilt

Sweeping over my skin.

Little bird, knowing bird, call away the

Fields of hate.

My governess wanders about the room,

Not walking,

But drifting across the floor gracefully,

Her long lavender skirt following her without a sound.

Little bird, lonesome bird, send away the

Moons of sorrow.

Our own moon shines calmly through the open window,

Leaving playful shadows on the stone floor.

Little bird, tragic bird, send away the

Fears of late.

She has sung this lullaby to me

For as long as I can remember,

As she sang to

My mother, my siblings,

As she will sing to

My sons.

Little bird, fallen bird, keep the

Angers of the morning.

My eyes close,

Hiding her mesmerizing dance from thought.

Little bird, gracious bird, steal away

My tears of longing.

My dreams crash like sullen waves

On my consciousness,

All tainted with the tunes of Mara’s voice.