From edge of woods she came in trance
a girl I’ve never seen before.
On solstice day I asked to dance
that girl from yonder yore.
When twilight’s close to dawn she said
come lay your hand around my waist
and on the moss that night we laid
We kissed, I still recall the taste
of flowers when our nights were young.
She took me to her bed of moss
and from that place a tree has sprung
she left me since, I mourn my loss.
From edge of woods she came in trance
a girl I’ve never seen before.
On solstice day I asked to dance
that girl from yonder yore.
I’m waiting still beneath our tree,
and in my dreams I feel the warmth
of youthful plays when we were free
On solstice night I’m in her arms.
I’m old and gray, but high above
a bird is singing with her voice
of when we met a night in love
of how she cast a spell of choice.
From edge of woods she came in trance
a girl I’ve never seen before.
On solstice day I asked to dance
that girl from yonder yore.
Beneath the tree my shallow grave
and from my flesh a sapling grows
our roots embrace; eternal crave
each solstice night a wind will blow
as through the leaves, the hum
our voices of eternal love
will lull another couple numb
we watch them gently from above.
From edge of woods she came in trance
a girl I’ve never seen before.
On solstice day I asked to dance
that girl from yonder yore.
Red Sand by Anders Zorn
Today we have a guest at dVerse who inspire us to write folk-songs at dVerse. I thought about writing something from my part of the world where often magic and sexuality has been the subject, and nothing’s more magic than the night of midsummer. I wanted to write something that would be possible to sing. This is poem number 21 of April, so I’m a little ahead.
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April 19, 2016
Björn Rudbergs writings 
A lovely ballad Bjorn & the repetition gives this piece a musical cadence ~ From youthful passion to old age, the seasonal lure is evident ~ Specially admiring this part:
Beneath the tree my shallow grave
and from my flesh a sapling grows
our roots embrace; eternal crave
each solstice night a wind will blow
as through the leaves ~
Yes, this definitely wants to be put to music. The flow of this is so good and the refrain works well. Much enjoyed, Bjorn.
Beautiful rhythm and flow, Björn, lovely write
This is amazing, B. Soooo beautiful.
These are my favorite sections:
“When twilight’s close to dawn she said
come lay your hand around my waist
and on the moss that night we laid
We kissed, I still recall the taste
of flowers”
“I’m waiting still beneath our tree,
and in my dreams I feel the warmth”
“On solstice night I’m in her arms.
I’m old and gray, but high above
a bird is singing with her voice”
“Beneath the tree my shallow grave
and from my flesh a sapling grows
our roots embrace”
This does sing, Bjorn!
Well, it is a ballad and I can hear the tune in my head. Let us sing under yonder trees…:)
Can only sigh, and think, at the love found and lost, in the span of a single night. As my heart flutters, while reading this.
such a lovely folk-type song. and the solstice sets the atmosphere.
thanks so much for writing with my prompt today! always a treat to read your work.
Such a gorgeous write 😀 lovely in its rhythm and form.
How beautiful, Bjorn. I could totally hear this being sung.
I think this could be a song, Bjorn. I loved this romantic and sad folk tale.
First love, nothing is more idyllic. Great poem
A true ballad, musical and lilting, a love song and a folk tale entwined.
A beautiful ballad. I wish there was a musician out there who could pick up the guitar and put this to music. I suspect it would translate to a beautifully haunting folk song.
I like your folk song. Do you know how to sing?
Oh there are moments I wish I could
me too
Brilliant meter, and an enchanting tale.
Love the repetition of the refrain. This could indeed be sung!
What a wonderful song! I have imagined it being sung/played by Blackmore Nights.
Wowzers! Love it! I’m thinking ballad: you must have been channeling your wandering minstrel muse on this one. To read it, is to be carried away … (is that lute strings that I hear in the distance?) A pleasure to read.