Final Stroke Of The Adze

[poliphilo]

I woke up this morning and this was asking to be written- so I wrote it...

Final Stroke of the Adze

Pick the Little wimberries
In among the heather-
Shine of sun on the distant sea,
She and I together.

Last sweep of the varnish brush,
Final stroke of the adze-
My love is like the mountain breeze
In the leaves of the mountain ash.

We said our vows on the rocky hill
Where the monks from Ireland lie,
No witnesses but the kittiwake
And the gull with her yellow eye.

Last sweep of the varnish brush,
Final stroke of the adze-
My love is like the mountain breeze
In the leaves of the mountain ash.

Our children's children climb the fell
To pick the wimberries there
While we lie low in the stony earth
And dance in the mountain air.

Last sweep of the varnish brush,
Final stroke of the adze-
My love is like the mountain breeze
In the leaves of the mountain ash.

Comments

[lokbiiviing]

I thought it would be a Lizzie Borden -poem but it was beautiful. Someone should sing this! It flows so effortlessly it should be a song.

[poliphilo]

Thanks.

Yes, it is a song- but I'm not a musician so if it is to have a tune someone else is going to have to write it.

You're not a musician, are you?

[cmcmck]

I am and have written tunes, but this is common metre so you could almost pick a traditonal (it has to be traditional) tune for it.

[poliphilo]

Well, it's out of my hands now. I have no musical expertise. If anyone wants to set it to music feel free!

[lokbiiviing]

Hey! Way to totally cut in and attempt to steal my gig! XDD

[lokbiiviing]

Heh, sadly I'm not. If I were, I think I would have just asked you if I can compose music for it and then it would have become a huge hit and we both would have been stinking rich.

[poliphilo]

That would have been nice. We're thinking of moving house- and a huge pile of money would have helped.

[lokbiiviing]

...Drat. I knew I should have taken up the piano.

I hope the house sells well.

[poliphilo]

Thanks. We haven't done anything yet, just started thinking about it...