Skorda's Seaside Taverna: bonnie prince billy

Skopelos and Virgin

-by Skorda

Swallow that campari moon
when first you see it
across the water,
rising round and new above the mountain.
Open your mouth and swallow
while youth holds its roundness near,
and you are running fearless in the dark.
Hold it inside, it is still warm
and you will need its light,
there, inside you.

Down the road of time, somewhere
after you’ve aged, traveled,
Explored, discovered.
And the dust around your doorway
has been pounded hard and smooth under your feet.
When you find yourself growing weary and bored,
when your eyes see only ruins,
and your heart is empty.
You may believe, in your exhaustion,
that this is truth, at last.
That the mystery has unraveled,
leaving no wilderness to explore or tame.
All secrets have been shared,
the frontier has dissolved.
Know then, with these thoughts,
you have been swallowed.

The warm belly of the beast
comforts with confining darkness
and lulls with rhythmic sounds
Murmuring to you,
Curl up and sleep,
just go to sleep.

Shake your head,
stretch your legs,
do not sleep now.

Remember what you know.
You swallowed the moon,
you hold it inside you.
Not as a magpie hoarding shiny things,
or wearing the moon for beauty
or bartering the moon for wealth.
You swallowed the moon for this moment.
When you will walk to the water’s edge,
open your mouth, release the moon
and let its light build you a pathway
across the wine dark sea.
©Skorda 2008

Sunday, September 14, 2008

bonnie prince billy

I find I just keep wanting to hear this song!

Horses
- Will Oldham
-Bonnie "Prince" Billy

I'd be riding horses if they let me
sleep outside at night and not take fright
I would ride the range and never worry
I would disappear into the night

Everybody needs an angel
but here's that devil by my side
Deaths head ring upon his finger
poor boy hanging on the light

They'll be drawing straws inside the courtroom
as the sudden twilight turns to black
torches burn into the sad eyes
on the wrong side of the track
make those horses jump through hoops of flames
they won't kick and they won't scream
let the good lord do the driving
while the poor boy sinks in the stream

I can smell the campfires burning
but I'll go out walking on my own
by day and night the world keeps turning
frightened people hiding in their homes