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The Glinting Spade

by In Gowan Ring

Two Wax Dolls, blue-yellow braided Wrapped up in scrolls, splayed into folds with limbs two and four, face within faces that scatter in hews of gleaming gambol Blood-tied scrolls wrapped between Wings cross-meshed, star-skin bodies Link the needle stuck thru my eyes, and then begin to sew Two wax dolls, bending and peeling Thin body petal, taut wove skin Stitched thru the bulb of a great fearsome flower that follows the glint on the first dreambowls casting Blood-tied scrolls wrapped between Wings cross-meshed Star-skin body Flint the wicking, lined thru my eyes and now begin to Glow
To Thrum a Glassy Stem on fragmenting taffeta mirrors Manacled to an earthen house Over two bending knees an iron chain Beetle, bone and stone Pine for a love unknown though winged soporific dreams Lay sprawled, waiting expansive This my promise Blue: The Thought and its mandrel motion This my promise Scarlet: The Blush of a ripened Fruit Left low in sanguine laughter in a bed the soft of heather Stashed in the branches breach Words to thin cracked leaves like the folds of an angels wing or the crack in a devils smile Poetry for kin and fey or the unsuspecting seeker This my Promise Green: The Lilt in a voice that's laughing This my promise Gold: To Sup with empty Cup The Pearl that contains all pearls The piece that evinces the puzzle on pealing taffeta mirrors To Thrum a Glassy Stem
Gold sun on the blue mountain Dappled clouds thru the bent tall trees Morning climbs the filtering wood Evening descends low to the stream A bountiful, beautiful picture Vanishing, fading by and by Emblems, ephemeral tokens Raise, yield, fall and die The same clown with a different face The same man in a different cloak As long as the mode of weather The sleeping blue, the waking gold Light as the froth on the gurgling water Winding by the tree Awoke in a dream of puzzle Hand held head with finger hasps Fit in snug the riddle pieces In the poetry of a thousand pasts In the rhyme of every season To the tune of every tide In the mounting of a thousand suns Casting by they wont abide Hear the memories of a thousand songs Fleeting, they were never written From the stories of the sleeping queen That scribes have all forgotten Falls the petal of the flower On the branch of the tree Quivers light of the archer's wand Arrows path thin set between The flesh and the seed of the fruit On the branch of the tree in the dream of the queen Set a staraway child from the crux and the cradle Weaving the onerical design Coursing thru five fingers One hand pours the water and wine And though the cloth has a thousand laces The thread has just one strand Sheathed in motley costume Each in a different cloak, the same man Run the sap in the root of the tree...
Bow Star 06:19
Where will you go? What will you do? When the moon would meet a rising sun? I'll echo the stones in motion and rhythm To breathe a moon sheathed tone With eyes in the heavens A chain of flame, image in starry bowl Hands in the sky, thoughts as clouds Vast in moving arms The fish and the fisher The boat and the water The Sun that circles the Star The throstle, the worm The eagle, the lion The dove, calf, and lamb The weave in the water, a glint on the spade Bending the gnarled strand Dewed and tallow, spindled, unspun On cipher's string strung The heft of the handle The blade in the slit The earth and the bloody wound The sheen of the slab The supple steam Gleaming moon stone smooth A broken heart laughing Fold into figure Woven on sylvan shells The saints and the sentries With tassel and withy A bee at the dolmen's dell
Wine laced love stained pages of verse Bound and forged by visions lore At the arrowsmith's fire Mind like a candle burning In a masquerade of dumb eyes Scars of seasons passing All life comes to but one moments' Flickering heavy in the hand Smooth to the thumb Patterns of fable, horn-crescent adorned Picture and pathway Framed in endless show 'Twixt the gaze and the eyelid's wink In a soft lit room with mellowing drink All life comes to but one moments Slippery touch
Milk Star 12:30


released June 6, 1999

Composed By, Conductor – In Gowan Ring
Cornetto – Sheri Throop
Arrow & Bow – Rubin Clinger
Crystal & Water – Lincoln Lysager
Pipe Organ – Lorna Cobia
Sackbut – Kendel Hall
Viola – Kendra Walton
Voice, Performer [Instruments, Fire & Chalice] – B'eirth


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The Symbolist Folk Music of In Gowan Ring channels stories of stones and angels through homemade instruments and human voice.

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