Hwaet Sceal Ic Singan? Sing Me Frumsceaft! (What Shall I Sing... Sing Me Creation!) Poem by Dónall Dempsey
Hwaet Sceal Ic Singan? Sing Me Frumsceaft! (What Shall I Sing... Sing Me Creation!)
And she sang to him.
And she sang of him.
She sang of the love she had
created for them.
She used birds for words
& the rain that had fallen.
She used flowers & tears
& interwove them.
She used sighs & hours
& the loneliness within them.
She used moonlight & pain
& what remained...when she was far from him.
She sang of a love
that had dreamed of being
...& hadn’t yet awoken.
She sang of herself
& called to him
....called to him.
And she sang of him.
And she sang to him.
She sang of the love
...that belonged to them.
She sealed it with tears
& the fears of her heart
...breaking.
She sang him
Creation!
.
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4/26/2024 2:58:47 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This is just stunningly beautiful. I have many favourites of your poems but this has got to be my favourite favourite(for the moment that is) . It's just incredible and I'm surprised no one has commented on it. It was like coming across a precious jewel that had been lost or thrown away. It is outstanding and astounding. As a love poem it is just so...words fail me(and they usually don't) . I adore this...it reads like a kiss or a caresse would if a kiss or a caresse were words. This will be my thing of beauty that will be my joy for ever. Your creation sings to me...sings to me. And my heart is awash with the beauty I am drowning in. Sumptuous and gorgeous! love GinaXXX