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VxPoem ID: 3619
Category:
myth_legend
Posted: April 20th. 2004 9:55:44 AM
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Cuchulainne's Lament
by Aelwyndaeira
Age Group: Adult
"As I leave my home
This world I roam
I leave this life behind.
The sun does rule
The moon is cruel
And my love I cannot find."
I leave my thought
Like compost to rot
And the scent is sickly sweet.
As the sun beats down
I feel I'll drown
As my feet and concrete do meet.
I hear the footfalls
And the cat's wild calls
As the wind whistles through the trees.
I smell the flowers' scent
And hear Cuchulainne's lament
As I watch the lazy-flying bees.
I've gone back to the days
Where the White Bull strays
And Queen Maeve raids the Bull's pen.
The fields are so green,
The people so lean,
And I hear Cuchulainne again.
His song is so soft on the lute,
Like school days of playing the flute,
As I walk through fields of green.
I follow the song
And before very long
It is Cuchulainne that I've seen.
He sings as he plays
And I watch in a daze.
"As I leave my home
This world I roam
I leave this life behind.
The sun does rule
The moon is cruel
And my love I cannot find."
This is the song
That was playing so long
As I walked the hot, hot streets.
Cuchulainne looked at me
And polite as can be
"Slainte" is his greet.
He raises a drink
And I begin to think
That in this world I don't belong.
But Cuchulainne just smiles
His faerie looks beguile
And he continues with his song.
"As the White Bull cries
Maeve takes her guise
And steals it for her cow's mate.
She steals into the pen
And White Bull cries again
As she leads him through the gate."
Cuchulainne stops his song
Stares at me for long
And a smile spreads over his face.
He touches my hair
Dark curls as opposed to his fair
And says, "You're not of the Celtic race."
I laugh at his comment
He finishes up his lament
Then to me professes his love.
"I've met no one like you
And I'll always be true
As the sun shines hot up above."
Then I'm back on the street
The concrete hard under my feet
And I realize it was all a dream.
But then I rethink
After my heart does sink
It may be more real than it seemed.
So on my way it went,
Humming Cuchulainne's lament
Knowing his love was true.
And the words are so real
And they make me feel,
So I sing this song to you:
"As I leave my home
This world I roam
I leave this life behind.
The sun does rule
The moon is cruel
And my love I cannot find."
Author's Notes: This was written in 1997, when I was 17. I just happened to find it in a notebook, as I was packing.
Author's Location: Hamilton, Ontario
More Poems: Aelwyndaeira has posted 10 additional poems- View them?
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