National Poetry Month (My Contribution)

by  Christian A. Brown  |  March 29, 2015  |     No Comments

Happy Sunday, folks. In case you didn’t know, April kicks off National Poetry Month: #npm15. Every so often, I like to flex my mind and dabble in a little poetry drabble. Har-har! Ho-ho, a pentameter fast, or slow—

I’ll stop now. Though, I do want to contribute to NPM. Now throughout the works of Geadhain, you’ll find a bevy of lyrical content. I start each novel with a piece of poetry, usually by the famed wanderer Kericot, and I’ve referenced several other works here and there. In the third manuscript (which is about 150 pages away from a draft!) there’s reference to a haunting song called, Benjamin’s Return. The song is about a young couple who are separated right before being wed. Benjamin goes off to war, and as so many of these tales go, he does not return. Regardless, Bonnie continues to love him and believes that he will come back to her. She holds this faith even as she grows older and up until the moment of her death. I never actually wrote the poem/song—it’s only mentioned. I figure that I should write it, with NPM staring me in the face. If you’ve read my poetry before, you’ll know that I tend to write verbally-complex pieces, and I think this will be a simpler, folky piece. Something that Loreena McKennit might perform (in a perfect world of my fantasies). I actually have the melody in my head, and I’ve been humming and singing away as I write. If any of you are musicians who would like to put the song to music, by all means reach out to me. Without further ado…

Benjamin’s Return

In the Swannish Highlands
Beyond the river grand
Danced a lad and his lass most fair

Many summers they danced
Through Vallistheim’s trance
Though as seasons all things must pass

Dada-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da Dada-da-da-da-da-da

When winter’s breath came
Upon the windowpane
Did the lass watch the snow fall

She sang their tune
To the lonely moon
With the shadows she danced till dawn

Dada-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da Dada-da-da-da-da-da

White as winter she grew
Till she lost all she knew
Of the lass the lad had craved

Laid brittle as lace
Joints creaking with grace
She danced and sang no more

Dada-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da Dada-da-da-da-da-da

As her final days tolled
No matter how old
She hissed their song in vain

Then what did appear
In Bonnie’s deaf ear
Beckoning the once maiden fair?

But a song, then a hand
Then the warmth of a man
Singing their summertime tune

My Bonnie, my girl
I was lost in the world
I was lost on the way to find you
Though each sand I heard true
As you sang yourself blue
At last we may sing as two

The lad kissed her hand
She leaped to a stand
At once all spry and new

Linked arm in arm
They took to the storm
Singing their summertime tune

—Christian A. Brown, 2015

 

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P.S. Vallistheim is a summer festival held every summer in the township of Heathsholme. The festival has been inspired by the traditions of the Northmen (who you won’t learn about this until book #3).

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