Reply To: Our stuff


    This is the poem I wrote when I read the taster pamphlet for the course.
    As I said in my profile, I made trail bread for the first time in ages, and wrote this.

    Marry the moon, my child

    Marry the Moon, my child, marry the Moon
    And soon in twilight’s chill
    Frost fills me with longing, still.

    Marry the Sun, my child, marry the Sun
    And run, your summers free
    In joy; River, Stone and Tree

    Marry the Earth, my child, marry the Earth
    At birth; in blood and bone
    Bonded. Together, alone.

    Marry the Sky, my child, marry the Sky
    And fly; fly, dearest child
    Breathless, and cloud-kissed, and wild.

    Marry the snow, my child, marry the snow
    And go; and merry part;
    And merry meet, dearest heart.

    Marry the Fire, my child, marry the Fire
    Inspire unfettered joy;
    Beautiful, my darling boy.

    I know it’s rough as a bear’s arse, not looking for ego strokes, I just felt that, as the course material keeps saying we should share our stuff. So I am 🙂