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Tuesday, December 8, 2020

Freefall

This song, written back in 2015, reflects a common human phenomenon, entirely from my own experience: a crisis point in life when circumstances alter dramatically, precipitating changes which feel at once cataclysmic, beyond control, a breakdown of sorts. This 'sturm und drang'  can turn out to be just what's needed, though given the option it's probably the last thing we may choose  at the time, nor wish on anyone else. A treadmill may be familiar and comforting, but it is a treadmill after all... 

Dan Wylie, an avid literary expert on Dante, has a vast, bold collection of art works relating to this theme. They create a perfect landscape to accompany this original song, sung by the dazzling Tshego Makube. 

Scenes from Dante's Inferno


                
Compassberg









           







                        
         View these and other art works, and books by Dan Wylie on http://www.netsoka.co.za/Academic%20Publications.html#teams2-58 


Personally, walking in any wilderness is hugely helpful in crisis times, or anytime

Originally conceived over hours, days on scraps of paper, all songs are eventually recorded and assembled using basic technology, piano and guitar.

Liz Campbell is the sole writer and composer of all the published material on this blogsite, unless otherwise stated.

She has further blogsites:
   songs for children http://connectsongdance.blogspot.com/

   aspects of smallholding https://jessam-smallholding.blogspot.com/       

 
Please subscribe and share, or get in touch with feedback:   liz.jessam@gmail.com

Thursday, November 5, 2020

Could not ask for anymore

This song written back in 2016 pulls together several significant threads for me; it came about after attending a  mindfulness meditation weekend retreat facilitated by Rob Nairn. This was my launch into an ancient and diverse healing practice, essentially teaching a widening of seeing and hearing. And noticing that what is seen in the present moment is more than enough:  enough to chew over for a whole lifetime!

I fell in love with the simplicity of an old Scottish folk song, 'parting glass', attributed to one Sir Alex Boswell as far back as 1650. This popular tune was later replaced by the well-known Auld Lang Syne. I have blatantly borrowed the finely crafted melody and replaced all the words with my own.

Except (being a 'thieving musician'), I have also borrowed from Hafiz, one of my favourite Sufi poets - well-tweaked, snipped and cut of course. His images defeat explanation and are best suggested in song. As he says in one of his poems (translated by Daniel Ladinsky):

    "I wish I could speak like music"

Though the music has a predominantly melancholic undertow, it swings into a 'thumbs up' mode with some counter-intuitive humour: our very Loss is turned on its head as the Beloved (an image inspired by Sufi poetry) 'wins' and gives back even more abundantly, laughing... enough said, already too many words, let the song sing for itself! 


And fittingly, my palms are indeed upturned as I invite any people (perhaps those who know me) who feel inclined to sponsor our LifeCycle song project to please contact me on liz.jessam@gmail.com

All songs are recorded and edited in my home-based studio using basic computer, cellphone, Ipad technology.

Sponsorship or not, the songs will continue to come.. so do subscribe and share!

Liz Campbell is the sole writer and composer of all the published material on this blogsite, unless otherwise stated.

She has further blogsites:
   songs for children http://connectsongdance.blogspot.com/

   aspects of smallholding https://jessam-smallholding.blogspot.com/       

Thursday, October 1, 2020

Saying goodbye

This short, simple song is a reflection on the experience of bereavement. It was written for a young mother who lost her child but may sing to anyone who has experienced bereavement. 

Personally I found the words of Julian of Norwich to be of great comfort when overwhelmed in a sea of  unfathomable pain, the sort of which accompanies the loss of one's children:
  all shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of things shall be well.
I don't really understand why, but I hear them ringing faintly and indistinctly when all seems excruciatingly and hopelessly senseless. 



Liz Campbell is the sole writer and composer of all the published material on this blogsite, unless otherwise stated.

She has further blogsites:
   songs for children http://connectsongdance.blogspot.com/

   aspects of smallholding https://jessam-smallholding.blogspot.com/       

Saturday, September 26, 2020

Tough lives

This song from the LifeCycle collection recounts stories from several ordinary women I know in the workplace. They're not uncommon tales, especially as domestic violence and abuse are increasingly the order of these days. 

All recording is done using cell-phones and Ipad, put together by myself and Tshego Makube. 



Liz Campbell is the sole writer and composer of all the published material on this blogsite, unless otherwise stated.

She has further blogsites:
   songs for children http://connectsongdance.blogspot.com/

   aspects of smallholding https://jessam-smallholding.blogspot.com/       

Thursday, August 27, 2020

Firefly women

Here's another song from the playlist LifeCycle, recorded and published during August, which in South Africa is termed Women's Month. Tshego Makube joins me as vocalist, singing to celebrate the lives of countless inspirational women who enrich our lives - our many sisters, mothers, daughters and grandmothers. This song pays tribute especially to the unsung women heroes who have risen above their stories and circumstances; it salutes those women who go unnoticed, thankless, or those who are trapped in abusive situations. 

Fireflies are a treasured feature to be found seasonally up on the hilltop where I live. Seen in the light of day, they are insignificant and dowdy; it takes night's deep darkness to see their magical flickering light show!

It is simply a song by women, for women. 

        

                             This song is from the LifeCycle playlist. 

Liz Campbell is the sole writer and composer of all the published material on this blogsite, unless otherwise stated.

She has further blogsites:
   songs for children http://connectsongdance.blogspot.com/

   aspects of smallholding https://jessam-smallholding.blogspot.com/       


Sunday, July 26, 2020

The tale of the pangolin

This song is a product of the 2020 worldwide Covid-19 epidemic that caught us all off-guard, leaving few of us untouched in some way. The debate and speculation over the source of the disease has necessarily opened up the 'Pandora's Box' issue that can no longer be ignored: is the rampant rape of wildlife species and biomes partly responsible for the surging release of  virulent viruses deadly to humans?

If so, nature's true justice for unchecked human behaviour. 
Some have said it's good news for the pangolin species, calling a halt to the barbaric trap-and-trade practice of these critically endangered animals. Time will tell. Us humans have much to answer for on this planet. The so-called "great pause" experienced during lockdown may well force critical reflection of our human habits; it literally gives pause to consider the choice of practicing restraint, on many levels.                    
       
This song is from the LifeCycle playlist. 

Liz Campbell is the sole writer and composer of all the published material on this blogsite, unless otherwise stated.

She has further blogsites:
   songs for children http://connectsongdance.blogspot.com/

   aspects of smallholding https://jessam-smallholding.blogspot.com/       

It's enough to (really) listen and look

                        

                        What I need                    April  2015        LC

 

  Please can I have:

           A cup and a half of belly-laugh

And half a kilo of tears

          To see me through


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Cut the words and just watch and listen:

This beguiling wise man who keeps catching my attention did not use a lot of words, and it seems by all accounts that he spoke only after deep consideration. Hence he wrote nothing down, left no essential statement or message (that ‘mission statement’ of such paramount importance these days to institutions... only to become a burden to carry); his presence and being left enough to remember and it was over to his friends and followers to recall things he had said – a rough draft flow of gist, I imagine.

He did however indulge in telling stories, and these treasures are beautifully laid down, mostly preluding with the statement: ‘if you have ears, listen!’ or ‘if you have eyes, look!’.  That alone is enough to keep one going an entire lifetime, learning to look and listen!

I sense that he refers not only listening to words, but beyond that, also listening and looking with our bodies, and inside our own bodies and what they tell us in any situation. That is ‘deep listening’from inside out. When people tell you to really listen, what do they mean? How does the word – really- change the quality of any action?  Could it be that we listen or look through our body, flesh, blood, bones, all parts of ourselves?

In the aftermath of some great trauma involving loss, my experience of profound dreams always multiplied: for me, helpful agents in healing. One such dream I’ll relate as it introduced me to this aspect of my secret love affair:

A dear, gentle, tall, slow-moving and greatly respected uncle of mine said to me: ‘There are 13 different ways to hear, you know’. Then an old woman, the archetypal hag, wise and forthright, commented in her aged, matter-of-fact, no-nonsense voice: ‘But no matter, if you don’t want to hear I can just give you a stroke’.

This exchange was just the end tip of a larger dream story.

Both characters had something to say: the gentle slow uncle pointing out that there are many ways to hear, not just with our ears. Our gut talks to us. My knees talk when I pound them on a treadmill. Our breath catches. Our neck spasms just at that moment. We are walking conversations within our selves if we give it some attention! 

The crone in the dream was quite right. Not long after this dream I quit my stressful full-time job. Had I not stepped off that treadmill I would have been increasingly beset by physical ailments that were already setting in. Our bodies look after us by finding ways to make us stop. We develop tremors, or facial twitches, chronic neck pains, twisted spasms in our gut or lower back, and these eventually stop us in our tracks to claim our attention.  

Watching and listening are dangerous practices as they tell us things that can’t be ignored. 

There is a way of inclining ourselves to listen and look with our entire body. Our body works hard to give us information and guidance but is easily over-ridden by our busy bustling ego with its stories and constructs, plans and cover ups, fixes and finger pointings. Subtle or pretty blatant signs from within ourselves can give us all we need for the moment: a range of body-based signals firing off in the energy transfers constantly happening within our cells – nothing short of miraculous!

When something is watched, it behaves differently. Try it. Watch children play, and once they know you’re watching they change their behaviour slightly. Apparently even atomic particles change their behaviour when observed (quantum physics). 

No great magic, nor doctrine, nor cure, nor mission statement. Just an urging to wake up in all situations, to WATCH and LISTEN.

 

 Liz Campbell is the sole writer and composer of all the published material on this blogsite, unless otherwise stated.

She has further blogsites:
   songs for children http://connectsongdance.blogspot.com/

   aspects of smallholding https://jessam-smallholding.blogspot.com/       

Thursday, July 23, 2020

We sing!

This song was composed specifically for school celebratory occasions requiring pomp and pageantry. Sung heartily, with harmonies and the addition of any young brass players, it creates a festive, jubilant fanfare, allowing the singers to sparkle. 

The original words by Fred Pratt Green, borrowed from an old methodist hymnbook, have been tweaked and changed to become inclusive; they can, I hope, be sung easily by people of any persuasion, faith, religion, or those who subscribe to none. It feeds no creed; it simply proclaims that everything belongs! The universal 'alleluia' is already there in the very music itself.

The music is composed, played and recorded by Liz Campbell, with Tshego Makube as the main vocalist. Should anyone want to use the song for public occasions, please acknowledge the source of this piece. Should anyone want a simple copy of the music, it can be provided. 

        

                When in our music God is glorified

               And adoration leaves no room for pride

                It is as though the whole creation cried:

                        Alleluia          alleluia           we sing!

How often making music we have found

A new dimension in the world of sound

As music moves us to a more profound

                        Alleluia          alleluia           we sing!

 

        So have we all in countless heartfelt song

        In faith and love, through centuries of wrong,

        Sung praises to the truth in ev’ry tongue

                    Alleluia          alleluia           we sing!

Let ev’ry instrument be tuned for praise

Let all rejoice who have a voice to raise

May God give us grace to sing always

                        Alleluia          alleluia           we sing!

 

        So may our voices rise to God in song

        To whom, in whom, through whom we all belong

        Who was and is the music all along

                Alleluia          alleluia           alleluia           we sing!


Liz Campbell is the sole writer and composer of all the published material on this blogsite, unless otherwise stated.

She has further blogsites:
   songs for children http://connectsongdance.blogspot.com/

   aspects of smallholding https://jessam-smallholding.blogspot.com/       

Sunday, June 28, 2020

Come play with me


It
 came to me in my dreams – a message: life is a game, a dance!



No need to take it too seriously – it’s a game: it could go either this way or that. Follow the basic rules, creatively. Think laterally, have FUN!

Margaret Fuller, a forerunner of modern feminism, wrote back in 1845:

"this world is no mere spectacle or fleeting shadow, but a great, solemn game to be played with good heed, for its stakes are of eternal value".

I love games. I love the way they hold us together for a time span. It has a beginning and an end, and the best games are full of intrigue, unpredictable twists and surprises. It’s best not to cheat but to be on high alert for the next best move, crafty or obvious.

Games illustrate consequence –  this move results in the likelihood of that happening. 

I awaken from a dream with this in my head:

     “come play with me!

     “come dance with me!”

A loving summons to live this way from this playful, ever-evolving, spinning energy.


And so the secret love affair spins on....

    

Liz Campbell is the sole writer and composer of all the published material on this blogsite, unless otherwise stated.

She has further blogsites:
   songs for children http://connectsongdance.blogspot.com/
   aspects of smallholding https://jessam-smallholding.blogspot.com/         
                                                                               






Wednesday, June 17, 2020

Poems: III

Left for dust

                   (on Tess leaving home)

 

Dust eddies and swirls

          as he comes and you leave.

My receding world

wears a fine winter dust-jacket,

          playing tricks with the angles of slanting sunlight.

Why bother to wipe it away now that you’ve gone?

It’ll only settle again with this restless solstice wind.

The harsh berg breezes

          sweep through my home and

                             release the dancing ghosts.

Either that or sift a gentle grey mantle

          on my emptying nest.



Remember this :  Anniversaries      April 2015


Once       

I lurched crazily, drunkenly

          from one anniversary to the next birthday

deranged eyes stretched with

          the madness of grief.

 

Each occasion offered a million reasons

          to evoke cataclysmic pain

          re-lived,    belly-up,

 a blow all over again in the solar plexus;

          I'll curl up like a child.

 

Now I sail into them with surprise –

          What- here again?

A place to meet a long lost friend;

A chance to breathe and re-connect:

          A welcome harbour for re-stocking.

 

As life goes on, more landmarks score the route.

They pepper the map of my life -

           punctuation marks:

 

Remember this!


Liz Campbell is the sole writer and composer of all the published material on this blogsite, unless otherwise stated.

She has further blogsites:
   songs for children http://connectsongdance.blogspot.com/
   aspects of smallholding https://jessam-smallholding.blogspot.com/

Tuesday, June 16, 2020

The world spins around

From a collection of poems by South African poet (now deceased), Sydney Clouts, this one sprang out at me, simply entitled - SONG.  Its meter and rhythm were begging to be turned into just that, a song!  Clouts also happened to live and work in Grahamstown, like myself, and is still remembered here among the literary community. 

The poem evokes a whirling-dervish perpetual motion; the world spins around, as does rock, body, sun, heart, or wind, all taking equal place in this great whirling dance. It echoes for me a similar momentum found in treasured poems by Rumi and Hafiz.

SONG,  from the LifeCycle collection of original songs, is a proudly Makhanda/ Grahamstown collaboration. Apart from the author/poet, Sydney Clouts, who spent some years here at Rhodes University, Tshego Makube, the singer, is a student at Grahamstown's university. The art works are original paintings by Dan Wylie, also resident here and himself a poet, author and painter who happened to know Clouts and has published a book on his poetry. To further view his published books, poetry anthologies and art, go to http://www.netsoka.co.za    

Makhanda, too, is my current home, from where LifeCycle songs have originated.
  

        
                                  

Liz Campbell is the sole writer and composer of all the published material on this blogsite, unless otherwise stated.

She has further blogsites:
   songs for children http://connectsongdance.blogspot.com/
   aspects of smallholding https://jessam-smallholding.blogspot.com/

Monday, June 15, 2020

Self-supporting

Over the years of losing and letting go (through death, divorce and resignation from full-time employment) I now describe how I live, when asked, as ‘self-supporting’. 

It’s part choice to experiment living this way. Maybe 90% or more of the human population live like this: no regular income, no insurance, no pension, no ‘security’: living hand-to-mouth. But I am grateful and fortunate to have a home base; from its shelter I've weathered comings and goings, mindful of many who lose so much more from wars and upheavals – refugees  - and those  born into pitiless poverty, claiming only pavement space. 

I've often heard said:  “we all want security”. What is this essential security and where do I find it amidst crisis and loss, beyond the usual social security checklist? The blazing question!

This phrase, 'self-supporting', asks to be turned around.  I do not support myself: over time I see how my self supports me. My own body is given to me – my gift, my treasure, my only real security that carries on two feet who I am, until the day I die. 

Self-supporting is different from self-sufficient; true self-sufficiency is almost impossible for us species, a drastic and lonely way of life. Interdependent communities and webs of support are part of being human; one can be self-supporting but still in an exchange of  community. 

There is a famous intimidating quote which has such potential to be divisive and exclusive. But when I turn it around, check its context,  chew on the original Aramaic and look at it upside down, it points towards an inner powerhouse.  “I am the way the truth the life, no one comes to the father but by me” I understand as follows:  my body will always tell the truth - it never lies and the truth always has a way of coming out; my body gives me an inner guide that shows the way; and my body is the only life I know, while I'm alive. Through our bodies we see, sense and connect with the loving energy tirelessly at work within our beings. I understand I AM as reference to the body, the inside-inside us, and is all I have as the  primary way to truly connect with this nameless source of life (father, mother, parent, source). Apparently it's all I need. Any more is just an add-on, helpful or not. 

It's almost a bit embarrassing and too simple; here is no great doctrine to proclaim, nor rituals, nor dogma; it does away with religion. We all have a body – like all other matter on this beautiful earth – and this is our first port of call to connect with our great loving source inside and around us. No body is excluded.

This body becomes my support through my life. If I give it ear, it guides; if I watch it, it tells me what I need to know; it's my home base to return to and to live from, always. It is my constant companion and friend, there at birth and there when I die. It has a wisdom that underpins and supports the incredible whirring connections and train of thoughts and ideas in my busy brain.

The trauma of loss toppled the ‘top-heavy’ construction of my life. As my world fell apart I found that my SELF is able to support me, more than I ever knew. The secret love affair continues, so secret it feels illusive and fleeting; just a suggestion of direction. 

The practice is to descend into the body and discover the treasure it is, always just enough for the present. 

                            

Liz Campbell is the sole writer and composer of all the published material on this blogsite, unless otherwise stated.

She has further blogsites:
   songs for children http://connectsongdance.blogspot.com/
   aspects of smallholding https://jessam-smallholding.blogspot.com/

Saturday, May 30, 2020

My secret love affair: FOREWORD


There are many angles to view a single thing, as many and diverse as the 7 billion+  different faces, each its own lens, on this planet. Here's my singular perspective, written years back as I waded through the messy, uncharted terrain of suffering. They're snapshots of poetry (amateur) and song (ditto), often borrowed (or stolen) from other sources and cobbled together for myself. 

I am no purist and will borrow, steal or patch together from diverse sources. Where possible, due credit will be attributed to these influences. (Composers have been known to be called thieves; it can be impossible to determine the origin of original..)

 Here my reflections are collected and assembled, ad hoc, before they get swallowed by a dying computer or eaten by fishmoths on their paper scraps. Maybe they will sing to someone else who has undergone their own great loss, or maybe not.                          


                                    

And so, on with the tale of this secret love affair....                                                                                       

    It all started when my world fell apart for the second time.

Two things became clear to me quite quickly:

Firstly, I had joined a community of sufferers and was not alone or unique in experiencing devastating loss.

Secondly, I was alone and unique in dealing with my story of devastating loss.

No short cut would circumvent the painful path that I knew was to come. No-one else could experience those depths with me or for me and no messianic knight-in-armour was going to show up to save me. The fact that suffering comes to all people at some point in their lives doesn't make it any easier. I recall saying, sometime just after my 2 young children died tragically, I wanted to go to sleep and skip the following 5 years. No such luck.

Deconstruction: load-shedding

                                                                                       

[Contextual foreword: this  was written when I was in the throws of resigning from full-time employment from an elite educational institution, suffering from teacher burn-out, post-divorce turmoil and empty nest crisis. The prevailing buzzword at the time was "transformation", necessitating endless workshops and speeches on the subject. My gut instinct - bending to my own inner mounting stress and pressure - was to bow out and drop the job; for me, an ultimate act of deconstruction]         

Much emphasis is put on construction these days; it is the hallmark of our current society, and certainly every institution, corporation and any-ality places premium on its “mission statement” or “vision”.

(My wise late aunt likened institutions and –alities to psychopathic individuals, characterised by the exact same tendencies. Though we are horrified at the idea of psychopathic individuals, we are inured to these traits which are now the benchmark in the very places where many of us find employment)

Even the new “transformation” buzz is but another form of constructing, this time a more acceptable politically-correct image. But another projection to add to the countless others devised to promote the business/ school product. 

Surely true transformation starts with deconstruction: not a comfortable process, and necessarily involving loss of some sort? It's so much easier to cling to things as they are, piling and bolstering them up to make them look even better.......empire building?

History shows how every empire eventually took a dramatic tumble, ending in spectacular ruins that still hold our fascination. [see https://connectsongdance.blogspot.com/2019/10/old-king-glory.html       a song for children about how to weather the collapse of systems - how to dance round and round the rubble!]  

        A light look at deconstruction                                                                                                                                     

 

                                     

There is a new word out –load shedding. This is not welcome in my country because it means the lights go out as the electricity supply is cut off. Our human systems are in collapse and cannot be sustained as they are, and we’ll only help ourselves by practicing load shedding in all aspects of our lives. We desperately need to learn to do more with less. Our gross consumer habits are our very undoing, so we could practice now getting used to less STUFF.

Load shedding is maybe exactly what we need to usher in the transformation we've all been on about.

But let me bring it back to my small-scale experience: in leaving my secure, prestigious institutional post, and no longer bearing the respectable title of a married woman, the sudden absence of labels, identity and habits that once defined me felt very akin to mass deconstruction. Without these boxes, I’m left with only ME.

Letting go is a clue: as our own bodies feel floored, grounded, bottom fallen out, we are taken down to the ground. Losing a job or splitting with a spouse can be deeply humiliating for some - a great sense of failure. At the same time, it's the ultimate load-shedding!   

We are mainly urged to hold our heads high as we brave crisis, but what relief to let go and go down; it won't be forever, and we come up the lighter for it. Though our egos and minds may abhor the idea of load shedding, loving the false security that ticks-and-boxes afford us, our bodies respond with gratitude and relief when allow ourselves to drop baggage (and shopping bags!). This practice could also stave off stress-induced conditions such a strokes, aneurysms, insomnia, stiff necks and nervous tics.

Watching healed animals demonstrates this perfectly: look at Rumi's open stance of complete trust: the art of letting go! (no sign of the traumatized rescue dog with tough street background)  

                      

I can learn to trust what my body tells me in crisis situations. When my known world shatters around me and there's a choice between propping up crumbling remnants or letting go... what do I choose?  After all, the one certainty I have in this world is my own SELF – and everything else is just an add on between my birth and death.

 [Contextual afterword: I'm revisiting what I wrote years back, now at a time as we find ourselves living in the midst of the Covid pandemic, and here in South Africa in our second month of lockdown. This has surely brought unwelcome and unimagined deconstruction and transformation- nobody's choice- on a global scale. All of us are personally, socially and economically affected. As our systems both near and far collapse, how do we choose what is essential to keep and what can drop?]

               Ode to a full time salary ....  by LC

 

....which requires us to sit in a box

                        behaving

            while we tick it off

neatly, with obedient loyalty

     and serious obsequience.

No space for jack-in-the-box

              pop- up- fun

                        nor a breather.

Creativity can’t be gift-wrapped.

 

So I’ll forgo the full-time “benefits”,

                        toss these boxes, stack a precarious leaning tower

                                    or stamp them flat;

            paint  them, re-arrange them

                        or  just abandon them.

 

Liz Campbell is the sole writer and composer of all the published material on this blogsite, unless otherwise stated.

She has further blogsites:
   songs for children http://connectsongdance.blogspot.com/
   aspects of smallholding https://jessam-smallholding.blogspot.com/

Wednesday, May 27, 2020

Poems II



         Winding up.....                 LC  May 2015

 

     ..... this colourful

          laughterful lifetime -

         a crazy patchwork of jagged living -

  reduced to summarized columns of figures:

     exchanges of this- and that- amount.

 

How can life or love,                                                                                                                

          or the loss of it,

 

be calibrated?  

       The burning                         

 

ADAM LEAVING            March 2015  LC

This morning a sob lumps up

        just under my chin,

    threatening to throw up

        at a moment’s notice.

Even the day weeps, 

        a steady drizzle of mist

        echoing 

              with distant cow calls~

    a mournful chant.

 

Last coffees are poured in your mug,

      hastily drunk in passing

        as you assemble your life 

    into neat piles.

Final exchanges are made 

                     over cricket scores.

 

You travel light, my son.

From your small rucksack so much life springs.

You have learnt an essential life lesson:

        It’s not how much you HAVE

        It’s how much you ARE.

 

I give you my tears, m’dear, this weeping mother!

Why do I even bother to apply my eyes anymore?



                    Come close                    June 2015

         (excerpts taken from  poem by Sappho)

 

In all honesty, I want to die.

 

Leaving for good after a long cry,

She said:  “we have both suffered terribly,

But, Sappho, it is hard to say goodbye.”

I said: “go with my blessing if you go,

Always remembering what we did.   To me

You have meant everything, as you well know.”

 

May gales and anguish sweep elsewhere

The killer of my character.

 

But I am hardly a back-biter bent

On vengeance; no, my heart is lenient.

 

Cold grew the spirits of the ladies;

They drew their wings close to their bodies. 

 

 Stand  and face me, dear; release that fineness in your irises.

 

May you bed down , head to breast, upon

The flesh of a plush companion.

 

You will have memories because of what we did back then

When we were new at this;

Yes, we did many things then – all beautiful……..

 

                                                        


Liz Campbell is the sole writer and composer of all the published material on this blogsite, unless otherwise stated.


She has further blogsites:
   songs for children http://connectsongdance.blogspot.com/
   aspects of smallholding https://jessam-smallholding.blogspot.com/