A Lammas Song
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smokingbootI was a corn doll
taken from the fields
where a giant with a scythe
twisted and made me real.
Hung me on the house eves
where the threshers rested
tethering ricks
as swallows nested.
On the lammas night
A wolf I saw
Where once were woods
that stand no more
And soft was his fur
corn was my hair
He was killed long ago
I was scattered to air.
Yet the harvest moon smiles
when our ghosts meet and kiss.
Give up the fool’s cunning
Come dance with us
Debbie Gallagher copyright & all rights reserved 1st Augst 2013
taken from the fields
where a giant with a scythe
twisted and made me real.
Hung me on the house eves
where the threshers rested
tethering ricks
as swallows nested.
On the lammas night
A wolf I saw
Where once were woods
that stand no more
And soft was his fur
corn was my hair
He was killed long ago
I was scattered to air.
Yet the harvest moon smiles
when our ghosts meet and kiss.
Give up the fool’s cunning
Come dance with us
Debbie Gallagher copyright & all rights reserved 1st Augst 2013
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