New and improved version of my arrangement of The Skye Boat Song for the double strung Brittany harp. That’s a Scottish clarsach style small harp you see behind me in the thumb nail. I even speak and show you the harp! 😉
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and here are my lyrics referencing Outlander. At some point I’ll record myself singing this, but G isn’t my singing key, so it’s a bit of a stretch!
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Sleeping in
enjoying dream embraces
of a book boyfriend when
the doorbell rings
with delivery of the next instalment
in the relationship.
From your hospital bed
you stare out the window
at the empty bird feeder
unaware that the chirping you hear
comes from your satellite radio.
The dog has been slurping in the toilet
He saunters down the hall,
water dripping from his muzzle,
stops beside me, gazing adoringly,
and kisses my arm with long wet strokes.
As he flops to clean his privates,
I go off in search of soap.
I crawl between clean sheets,
inhaling crisp scent.
You snore softly on your side,
then reach out and pull me
against you, our ankles entangling,
fingers weaving together
your snores still filling the
dark, dancing with me
in your dreams.
How exciting!
Today I passed one hundred fifty thousand visitors on the blog!
Thanks for stopping by! 🙂
Six months ago
you were fighting to play pickle ball
laughing on the small court
stretching your racket to hit the ball
stumbling and crashing onto the court,
filling your head with
flashing white fireworks,
exploding star bursts.
Now
you are fighting for two more weeks
laughing with guests in the small room,
stretching your life to see your children
stumbling and crashing against time
filling your belly with fluid,
flashing white pain
imploding your life
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For Auntie Linda
Change blows in
on the wind
on the sweet scent of honeysuckle
and the stinging tang of chicken manure
Sort the good from the bad,
and set your sail
to catch the breeze you need
for your new direction.
New covers
for old chairs.
Pieces of summer sky
cut, sewn, and stapled
Fresh summer days
contained within a frame
set in the living room.
This isn’t silence
This is you
thinking
cogs whirring
thoughts stirring
trolling the bottom
of the ocean
for the solution
to your dilemma,
resolving the conflict
with yourself.
Shawn L. Bird 