Jig of the Morning in Music (aka Weekly Writing Challenge: The Sound of Blogging)

This is a poem pulled from a post last year. As soon as I read the challenge, I knew this poem was the PERFECT thing to do for sound. It was originally written to music, so an updated version put to music is exactly what this challenge is about.

To hear the poem, press play on the video and follow along below with the voice. You can also watch the video first. It will recite the poem with music and give you a visual of these flowery dancers.

The lyrics/words are below.

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Jig of the Morning

Dawn awoke on a quiet May morn.
Lavender, azure, a mist draped dawn.
Silence dances intimately with flowers and trees
While the star of the morning greets the wood.
The flowers that slept are gently awakened
To the motion of silence preparing for song.
Foxglove and Primrose have joined in motion
Bluebells and Snowdrops have intertwined in this dawn.
They meet in a clearing as directed by silence
Greeting one another with sweetness and smiles.
Quiet.
Silence.
All is stilled.

Then their stalks tingle with anticipation
Their roots and their petals yearn for the song
The moment, the movement, the music has spoken
Their hearts are all racing, the jig has begun.

Around the house, swaying in sixes, every petal pulsing to the count of eight.
Primrose to Foxglove, Snowdrop to Bluebell, partnered together to wheel at their home.
Their motion and damhsa creating the music, the souls of each flower directed by song.
Advancing to center, pairs step in the tightness, sharing the sweetness of dancing in May.
Retiring to home, cutting in sixes, the ceili enchants the wood draped in dawn.
Swirling as one, yet part of the greater, the couples themselves house to their home.
A new figure begins, a garland of flowers, the partners now chained go round to their home.
They turn to their partner, yet wheel all alone now, taking the moment to move with the mist.
Then together they’re off, intertwined with the music, housing the figure of eight back to home.
The gates are then lifted, arching up to the trees, lilac light pouring down, gently brushing their faces
The Foxglove and Primrose, Bluebells and Snowdrop glide through the gates, together in motion
Then clasping their partner, they flow through once more.
Home is still waiting as they house round the wood now, waiting to wheel as they reach it in time.
Foxglove and Bluebells shall step for their honor:
High cut, stamp, shuffle, hop, stamp, point, point, batter, hop back.
High cut, stamp, shuffle, hop, stamp, point, point, batter, hop back.
High cut, stamp, shuffle, hop, stamp, point, point, batter, hop back.
High cut, stamp, shuffle, hop, stamp, point, point, batter, hop back.
Primrose and Snowdrop look on with pride as their partners step the words of their souls.
The pairs back together, grasp at each other, preparing to house around the last time.
Eyes shining, smiles gleaming, the air is alive with the motion.
Hearts racing, souls bursting, the air is alive with the music.
The dance intertwined with the song.
Home.

Silence.

The flowers disperse for the star has now risen
The amethyst aura, now condensed by the set,
Becomes buttery shafts that pour through the trees.
The ceili of dawn churned a glorious morning.
The sweetness of May can be felt on the breeze.
The silence surges backward, breathless for a moment,
For the Foxglove and Primrose, Bluebells and Snowdrop,
Their likes never again shall be seen.

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I hope you enjoyed it!! To view the original poem, click here.

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