Woodland Lullaby

Gold cherry

By Angusfolklore

Sat, 28 Jul 2018
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Hush a bye, my rowan red,

darling dear one in your bed.

Hold the branches high and low

and do not mind the world below.

Your daddy's dying on the lea,

he's left you in your cradle free,

your mother's milk is frozen snow,

so when she dies you'll never know.

For your swaddling bitter leaves

hide you from the forest thieves

who seek your heart inside your chest,

to tear your from your bairnie nest.

Wheesht, my birdie, never sigh,

do not fear the stormy sky.

The banshee gale is never worse

than a loveless mother's curse.

Know no evil and no good,

alone forever in the woods,

and when this madness makes you strong

climb down to where your kind belongs.

Certificate 12
Poem
Surreal

Comments

Submitted by rjnewlyn on

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Submitted by PoppyS on

Made me think of my rowan trees which are covered in berries, (a feast for the birds) a lovely haunting piece. Not usually keen on end rhyme but this one works a treat.

Well done on your award, saw this on facebook so popped in for a better look.

Pops ~xx~

 

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Submitted by Angusfolklore on

Always thought there was something a little sinister in 'Hush a bye baby in the tree top'!

 

Submitted by Ray Schaufeld on

I love it! The uncertainty, the trad rhyme, the Nature. Is the bairnie a  rowan berry that could seed on the ground in winter and grow into a tree? One possibility....