Deirdre’s Lament

Do you remember how I dreamed of this?
On the shores of Loch Ness, in the days of our bliss
I dreamed of a dove with mead in its mouth
Pursued by a hawk, red with blood from the south
And now you lie beautiful down in your grave
Between your two brothers, whom you couldn’t save

Naoise, oh Naoise my husband, my love
With soft spoken words and the eyes of a dove
Men will remember your sword of bright steel
But your wife will remember how you made her feel
On the shores of Loch Ness, in the days of our bliss
Before that dark night when I first dreamed of this

I was a fair maiden, the world was unknown
When first I espied you, your raven hair shone
And flew like the pennant when men go to war
To meet their sad fate on death’s lonely black shore
Your rode with your brothers, so gallant and brave
Now the three of you, lovely, lie down in one grave

Our story is strange, our story is long
A poet might tell it one day in a song
Might tell of my father, a harper they say
Who foresaw my sad fate and then sent me away
He foresaw how the dove with the mead in its mouth
Would be killed by the bloody red hawk from the south

He foresaw how my laughter and bonny bright smile
Would one day the King of all Ulster beguile
And Conor would send many men to their graves
That a kiss from these ruby red lips he might have
For my smile did the brave men of Ulster make war
And meet their sad fates on death’s lonely black shore

You were my fate, my fairest of fair
The finest of Ireland with raven black hair
You were my fate, and I was your weird
And this bloody black day is the day my Da feared
When the finest of Ireland is laid in his grave
Between his two brothers whom he couldn’t save

But you tried to save them, and that was your doom
Now you lie close between them, and yet there is room
I’ll fall down beside you and cross to the Isle
Where the dead men of Ulster may yet see me smile
And there I will find you and there we will kiss
As we kissed at Loch Ness in the days of our bliss

When Skylarks Sing in Spring (song)

When skylarks sing in spring, my love
My heart flies home to you
It rises joyous to the sun
Flies high above us everyone
And vanishes into the blue
When skylarks sing in spring, my love

My thoughts turn to our home, my love,
When wolves howl all around
I think of cakes and cups of tea
And how you touched me tenderly
All in our bed, without a sound
I think about our home, my love

My thoughts turn to your face, my love
When the rain pours down
I see both joy and sadness there
I run my fingers through your hair
And kiss away your lonely frown
I think about your face, my love

Now I have gone away, my love
As punishment for crime
I am my own worst enemy
There is no other remedy
No reprieve, I’ll do my time
Now I have gone away, my love

Look for me in the spring, my love
When skylarks take the air
A wandering beggar at your door
Will ask for just a little more
And suddenly you’ll see me there
Look for me in the spring, my love

When skylarks sing in spring, my love
My heart flies home to you
It rises joyous to the sun
Flies high above us, everyone
And vanishes into the blue
When skylarks sing in spring,
Look for me in the spring,
When skylarks sing in spring
My love

The Running of the Deer (song)

Come live with me and be my love, in the springtime of the year
Dance joyous with the honeybee, and with the running deer

May your heart always be happy and your singing always clear
May you run forever fair and free, with the running of the deer

Come and light the Beltane fires that promise fertile crops
Pull flowers from the woodland, and from the mountain tops

Drive the cattle through the flames, and leap the raging fires
Look into my loving eyes and see my heart’s desires

May your heart always be happy and your singing always clear
May you run forever fair and free, with the running of the deer

By hare and hound and trout and wren, by land and sky and sea
But the mighty lord of stags and the dancing honeybee

By the spin of moon and stars, and the cooing turtle dove
In the springtime of the year, come and be my love

May your heart always be happy and your singing always clear
May you run forever fair and free, with the running of the deer

 

Water of Life (Just give)

Hello friends, 

I’m taking part in the Marie Curie cancer care charity 2013 Skinny Dip, on 2nd of June, in the chilly waters of the Firth of Forth! Marie Curie provides care for people suffering from cancer and can use all our support. 

If you want to support my mad adventure, please visit my JustGiving page and give what you can: 

http://www.justgiving.com/Paul-Milne-skinnydip2013

To learn more:

http://www.mariecurie.org.uk/en-GB/events/Skinny-Dip/

In grateful humility, I offer a poem of thanks:

Water of Life

Dark water floods my dreams

Erasing familiar things of life

Nothing now is what it seems

No more gentleness, or strife

I wade into the water, bare

Feel it compass me entire

Nothing hidden, all is there

And even submerged, the fire

Cannot be extinguished

A lesson I’ve yet to learn

The ordinary, the distinguished

All seek to join, and yearn

Yearn for the connection that the darkness brings

Where the waters soothe, and the mermaid sings

 

We flew to the moon (song)

(Recording coming in due course…)

A lullaby of the long descent …

When you go to bed at night
And close your sleepy eyes
You’ll dream about a lovely land
Where babies never cry

Where nobody is hungry
And stories tell themselves
Inside the magic tv box
Full of dancing eleves

(chorus)
So listen to my story
I’ll sing it to you soon
About our days of glory
When we flew to the moon

When you walk down the concrete road
To get water from the well
That is where the Giants walked
On their way to Hell

They lost their fancy wagons
That rolled along so fast
Pulled by fiery dragons
I guess it couldn’t last

(chorus)
So listen to my story
I’ll sing it to you soon
About our days of glory
When we flew to the moon

So trim the candles’ sooty wicks
And put the cat outside
Memory can play funny tricks
And take us for a ride

Above the fluffy clouds to fly
Too close to the sun
So hush my baby, don’t you cry
You’ll wake up everyone

(chorus)
So listen to my story
I’ll sing it to you soon
About our days of glory
When we flew to the moon

A Perfect Moon

A perfect crescent moon in the frozen western sky
The Goddess smiling over the rugby pitch
A laughing moon, a moon to make you cry
A moon to make you spread your wings and fly

All this moon lacks is a wicked, wicked witch
Dangling a shapely leg among the stars
Or a  wolf running through the woods to find his bitch
And pausing to howl, unearthly, eldritch

A frozen puddle beside a hulking car
Glitters, frost etched like a poem in runes
A jewel that even floodlights cannot mar
And more eloquent than this poem by far

The sound of children laughing, ancient tune
Running up the pitch to score a hard-earned try
A moment like an oasis beside an arid dune
Children laughing, playing beneath a perfect moon

Melrose Crematorium Blues

Slightly tongue in cheek recording, I think Tim would approve the “live audience” :)


It was on the 8th of February
On a cold grey winter’s day
We said goodbye to Tim E. Riley
And his body went to flames

Down at Melrose Crematorium
There was only room to stand
The babies were crying in their buggies
As we sang “All Things Must Pass”

God wasn’t in the building
Tim didn’t want those prayers
The lady told Tim’s short life story
And we all laughed through our tears

Melanie led the kids out at the end
We put money in the cancer box
There was food for family and for friends
But I just got back on the bus

It was on the 8th of February
On a cold grey winter’s day
We took our memories of Tim Riley
And left his body for the flames

Blue Little World

Just a simple little song, nothing too dramatic, have a listen and enjoy …


Dear little world where we live
I’m sorry for what we’ve done to you
After all the precious gifts you give
I’m afraid we’ve made you just a little blue

You are the place my children call home
As their mortal coil unwinds
And all their children and others to come
All those hearts, all those minds

I wouldn’t blame you for thinking
We don’t love you – but we do
Though we have a funny way
Of showing it, it’s true

Dear little world I can’t promise a lot
I can only do so much for you
But what I’ve got to give, you’ve got
To keep you green, and not feel quite so blue

Low Sun Blinding My Winter Eyes

Listen:


Low sun blinding my winter eyes
Blind me away sun, blind me away
Low sun struggling at a cold sunrise
Blind my winter eyes

One more day without my love
One more day on planet earth
The grass below and the sky above
One more death and one more birth

Little bird singing her morning song
Sing me away bird, sing me away
Little bird singing out loud and long
Sing your morning song

One more death and one more birth
The grass below and the sky above
One more day on planet earth
One more day without my love

Fire burning on a cold hearthstone
Burn me away, fire, burn me away
My hands are warm but my heart is alone
Fire burn this stone

Note:

I wrote this song for the FAWM (February Album Writing Month) songwriting challenge.

Reflection on a brief flurry of snow

Snow falls, and melts on touching ground
In a moment the air is clear and bright again
In a moment I’ve lost what I had found
It will come again, but when?

Elsewhere the snow lies crisp and deep
Elsewhere the icicles hang hard
I don’t know which clothes to cast, which to keep
What to rejoice in, what discard

Only looking back can choices be confirmed
Too close, too close now to know for sure
In the grave can consequences be unwormed
But til then our ignorance is pure

Pure as the snow or the wind’s scouring sound
Pure as a muddy footprint in frozen ground

Mid-January

Feeling wabbit and a little lost
As day slips by day and night follows night
Waiting for winter’s first real frost
Waiting for Imbolc and Candlemas light

Waiting til waiting becomes a lost cause
And action becomes the only choice
And creation seems to breathe and pause
Before singing out with gathering voice

A song that breaks the binding spell
Chains fall away, dissolve in rust
Where we go next no one can tell
But we will go because we must

Living moves us through each ticking breath
And we move when falling into death

Sub-Liminal

Beneath the foam our footprints smoothed away
Above the line the evidence is clear
We walked, we paused, we ran on such and such a day
Below the line our lives just disappear

Stolen by time’s unyielding tide
That washes every mark to make the sand pristine
As if memories are dirty marks it’s best to hide
And better soon forgot once seen

Birds leave no wingprints in the air
Why then should my prints persist in sand
Time and nature never use the concept “fair”
You see the world renewed at every hand

King, beggar, child and crone alike are all washed out to sea
And love only lasts as long as memory

paulmilnepoetry:

This is a magnificent riposte, very clever and very true.

Originally posted on newsrealpoetry:

Excuse us, Mr Grey,

We’d like to have a word.

All this ‘Mummy Porn’ you’ve spawned,

Is really quite absurd.

Fifty Shades of fear -

There’s no need to domineer.

 

Since when was bruising girls alright?

Bed partners should be equal.

What a load of literary shite:

Won’t bother with the sequel.

Fifty Shades of bin the whips -

There’s other ways to get your kicks.

 

This craze for sub-dom sex

Is really just insanity.

It makes our bottoms sore,

And causes expletive profanity.

Fifty Shades of erotica -

Leaves us needing arnica.

 

Despite the cash & private jets,

Egoistic bondage is bestial & mean.

Nipple clamps do nothing for us:

You can keep your sado’ dream.

Fifty Shades of all f***ed up,

We’d make you tear that contract up.

 

A man that makes us laugh

Is all it takes to get it right.

Loving arms and honest eyes,

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