rise and root

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The Flame Haired Solstice Dreamer

Cold winter brings the Everfrost and jewels every tree
In a forest new as birth and old as old can be
A flame~haired dreamer wanders there and shelters from the wind
And spins her dreams around the trees to break the ties that bind
She takes her thread and spins anew and how the Greenwood smiles
As she spins a spell for freedom and for her spirit Wylde

The dreamer finds an ancient oak and shelters in his lee
In a forest new as birth and old as old can be
Tis summer now and birdsong weaves its magick through her spells
And humming bees drum drowsily in the foxglove's bells
The dreamer sits beneath the oak with yarn upon her knee
And spins and knits and weaves her dreams and sets her spirit free

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"When birds fall from the sky and the animals are dying, a new tribe of people...shall come unto the earth from many colors, classes, creeds, who by their actions and deeds shall make the earth green again. they will be known as the warriors of the Rainbow"

Hopi Prophecy

~wishful thinking & maudlin time travel~

i sat and watched 'seven ages of rock' this evening.
normally anything with the word 'rock' in the title would have me skipping past pretty quick i can tell you, but being as swampy is into his rock and he was sitting there i thought i would check to see who it featured~oddly it was about REM and Nirvana with some focus on the other 'alternative' bands of the time, the eighties and early nineties.

and this started off my present maudlin frame of mind.

i always see this as 'my time'~ my mid to late teens drifting into my early twenties~the time i first started to get pierced and tattooed and i really found music and my identity.
i still remember how mad my mum went when i bought my first pair of DM's (and a pair of monkey boots too) and had my nosed pierced~my dad as usual went with the flow.
i had always been a little...eclectic...in the way i was dressed...so of course i just carried on regardless. traipsing into college, stinking of patchouli, in long black skirts, paisley shirts, waistcoats obtained from the post office,hand dyed jumpers in shades of black and grey, long strings of beads and the most amazing pair of black, pointy boots with about four sets of buckles from a shop called 'bondage in general'. a bit later i had a pair of traditional clogs made for me complete with brass toe caps...now these gathered some attention i can tell you!

Nirvana and REM were in my album and tape (remember them?!) collection, as were bands such as the pixies, dead kennedys, butthole surfers, mudhoney, alice donut, sonic youth, the throwing muses...to name a few. as well as more local bands here in england~the levellers, the cropdusters, judacutters, senseless things, mega city four, the whiskey priests...again an endless list of bands i followed around.

it would be nice to turn the clock back for a while and re-live some of those times~front of the crowd two years in a row to see Nirvana at the Reading Festival, falling asleep at the Smashing Pumpkins, a rowdy hoe down in a field...

5 comments:

JuliaB said...

You can't say clogs without New Model Army in the same sentence! oh Mudhoney too ..... Now there's one I haven't heard in a while. Sigh ... They don't make bands or boots like they used to. Great post! Xx

miss*R said...

I dressed like that too.. and that was in the '70's (although I didn't have body piercings or tattoos).. wish I could find the skirts and tops now. am still wearing patchouli. :)

laoi gaul~williams said...

juliaB~the cloggs did come from Hebden Bridge~and i have the cover of Thunder and Consolation tattooed.slade the leveller a fine singer ;)

Cally's Cottage said...

When I think back to those younger times I am just pleased to still be here and to be (fairly)sane and happy.Music does indent itself in the most amazing way though doesnt it?
Happy Memories,
Cally

Caitlin said...

I've been watching some of that series too...such memories, such nostalgia...sigh. Where do the years go?

All things share the same breath~the beast, the tree, the man, the air shares its spirit with all the life it supports.



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Johney Gaul~1915
1890-17 september 1918~France