Walltoall

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• walltoall : The dancing girl on August 30

  I was brought to a stream which cascaded down
  from high ground through a gorge. The banks were shrouded in tall lissom trees and the sun was shining. In the gloom I looked up to the topmost leaves of a tree. In that instant my outlook on life, which had been depressed, changed and has never since gone retrograde. Is it poetry or what?
  
  The Dancing Girl May 1993
  
  I walked along a lonely path
  On a peaceful, warm September day.
  Above me in a clear blue sky,
  Not a single cloud for company.
  The solitude wrapped me in peace
  As I passed under Acer trees
  And then I lifted up my eyes
  Til I could see the topmost leaves
  Translucent leaves of palest green
  Fluttered in the flowing air
  And near the top a pale green hue
  Shone from the waving leaves up there.
  I turned my gaze back to the path
  And saw that I had company
  A golden girl with amber hair
  Was holding out her hand to me.
  I took her hand and she took mine
  I smelt September in her hair
  I heard the river in her laugh
  But not one word did we speak there
  The waterfall cascaded down
  Where it has run ten thousand years
  The golden girl danced in my space
  And cleared the space of all my fears
  And when the space was freed from fear
  Her lovely arms encircled me
  She squeezed the hurt from my sad heart
  And chased the cold and care away
  And as she moved around my space
  She introduced me to the dance
  I quickly learned the steps and pace
  Of a reel she called "The Second Chance"
  She sat me down beside the stream
  And showed me how to sing my song
  And showed me how to write my words
  And where my music had gone wrong
  She sang her song first with her eyes
  Then in a voice that was crystal clear
  And then we sang in harmony
  And as we sang I lost my fear.
  I found my voice and sang to her
  My dancing girl with the amber hair
  I'll sing to her forever now
  By that bubbling stream in a glen in Clare
  The dancing girl brought me to life
  Gave me the strength to jump and run
  And on a wooden bridge that day
  She handed me September sun.

Comments

• on If I could write words by Spike Milligan, on December 5, 2006

  Spike "If I could write words"

  Beautiful, beautiful poetry. Spike was a troubled soul in life, but a genious withal. This poem stands as a legacy to that genius. The good that men do lives after them. Spike made a lot of people happy while alive and with this offering he reaches back from beyond the grave.
• on A Celtic Prayer by Anonymous Irish , on December 5, 2006

  A Celtic Prayer?

  How could "Irish Anonymous" be born in 1955? I also got a problem with the verbal construction of the poem. It does not translate literally into the native language although it's construction suggests it should!