Welig for Paul (marandina)
By onemorething
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It is said
that a willow's branches bend
from harps hung from them, when it was a refuge
for the lost. Now it is the river that wears a garland of withy,
leaves rain, and are gathered in the flow, a soft grief that is not
quite sorrow. But then, it is a tree that trembles with water magic,
by chamomile and eyebright, by moonlight, and I wonder
if the willow wishes it was not so pliant, sanctuary
sallow I ask it, sprigs of salix
secrets it whispers - of and
wept did you exile lyre
yes listen? no Belili
and or
are you Babylon
different hush
now?
Welig and withy (Germanic roots) are Old English names for willow.
Image is from here: https://commons.m.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Monet_-_weeping-willow-2-1919.jpg
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Oh thank you. It's a
Oh thank you. It's a wonderful poem, of course. Weeping Willows are amongst my favourite trees. It feels like they have a story to tell, each and every one. And we should listen, of course. Thank you. Paul x
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It's so clever. A pendulous
It's so clever. A pendulous poem, I love it
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Beautiful - I'm so glad to
Beautiful - I'm so glad to see you're taking requests! (fig, silver birch and oak please - and monkey puzzle if you want something a bit different!) I lived in two houses with a stream at the bottom of the garden, and the thing I miss most of all is the sight of the willows that lined the stream - they were always one of the first to have that faint, bright green haze in spring, and the sound and sight of the wind in the branches was something else. Thank you for this Onemore
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I like "soft grief" very
I like "soft grief" very much
and the sounds of "lyre Belili or Babylon hush" sound like a beautiful spell
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A stunning poem Rachel.
A stunning poem Rachel.
Jenny.
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