drawing symbols of my power on my skin: ~kurt cobain~

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

~kurt cobain~

seventeen years ago today the world lost kurt cobain

i was lucky enough to have seen nirvana twice and still love them to this day.

~a man never lost to the world~

4 comments:

Anonymous said...: Oh wow I would love to have seen Nirvana - love them!; 5 April 2011 at 20:36
Rebecca said...: Cant believe that it is 17 years, such a tragic waste, all that talent x; 6 April 2011 at 07:54
Zuzana said...: As I can not see when you posted this, I do not even know what day he passed away...
He was a sensitive poet and a leader of a groundbreaking music style, even if in my eyes (and ears) this music is slightly too melancholic and angry for my taste.
I want to thank you for your recent visit to my page - I can sense that the issue of home is also a versatile one in your perception.;)
xoxo; 6 April 2011 at 16:04
laoi gaul~williams said...: nic~i saw them at the reading festival two years running and it was an experience :); 7 April 2011 at 13:00