Today Carpe Diem haiku prompt is Calling Wisdom. I found the picture below and that inspired me to a haibun,
Op Under Fjeldet Toner En Lur by Theodor Severin Kittelsen
In the loneliness of Scandinavian mountains during long light summer night, the shepherdess communicated and declared the cattle’s welfare using clarions made from the birch bark. Learning to master these old instrument and talking over vast distances was an ancient knowledge carried over generations of women. The women of the mountain could get reassurance that all was well, and also being forewarned of wolfs that might approach. This is now a wisdom forgotten and the cattle is kept away from a wilderness almost emptied of predators.
mountain wisdom
as clarion is calling
neighbor answers
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Ah! Lovely…
Enjoyed the intro and the haiku! Thanks for the background.
I imagine that was a thrilling sound, hearing those warning blasts (or toots or reassurance) echoing from hill to hill. Thanks for this little glimpse of a bygone Scandinavia.
My Lady Wisdom
Wonderful haibun and that haiku concludes it very nice. In my country (The Netherlands) we have also something like those clarions. In a few parts of my country farmers are using the “Midwinterhoorn” translated to English it’s “Mid-Winter-hornpipe”. And in The Alps they use similar hornpipes. Awesome story, what sad thought that those clarions are out of use.
Very nice and I really enjoyed the information about the tradition.
Nice haibun Bjorn! And now I understand the origin of the term ‘clarion call.’
Sounds like this could be woven into a lovely illustrated story. Really enjoyed your haibun.
Actually I grew up with songs and poems of these poor girls alone with cattle in the mountains.. for example sung by Alice Babs
wonderfully done
Cheers!
JzB
Björn,
I too feel that ancient knowledge and skill, often economical and beautiful at the same time, is rapidly being lost. Often, the replacement is expensive and technology driven.
In writing our legends, I work really hard to share lessons from the past, and hope that my country listens.
with sounds of clarion/ she blows away/ all worries over mountain peaks
I agree with Maggie. This would make a great illustrated children’s book!
A Voice of Wisdom
As I wrote to Maggie… I grew with songs and poetry about these poor girls…
Nice of you Björn to write about old times in Sweden! I like your poem!
The sound of näverlur cross the woods must have been a sound now gone
I enjoyed the info. 🙂