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Post by potia on Nov 30, 2010 14:01:18 GMT -1
Last year I wrote a modern myth about Rigantona visiting the Land of the Dead (you can find it on the Brython site at www.dunbrython.org.uk/new-mythology/ if you've not read it before). Today these words came to me in a flood. Rigantona’s songOh my heart, As my mother and sister weeps Her white tears across the mourning land. As the winds howl and shriek, And the sun draws back. I am reborn from your love. My fertility lies dying in your walls of bone And I pay your price with joy in my heart. For in your arms I am awakened once more. The land will bloom again. Oh my heart, Fill me with your love. Let me embrace you once more. The land may mourn but I know joy! Let me lie in your arms ‘Til my children sing me home.
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Post by lorna on Jun 1, 2013 17:59:21 GMT -1
I love the contrast here between intense joy and sorrow and their implication in regeneration and return.
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Post by potia on Jun 2, 2013 14:30:48 GMT -1
Thanks Lorna. I'd forgotten this and reading it today I find myself reading it as if I had never seen it before. Do you ever get that with things you write down?
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