The Song




I sat beside an old oak tree,

“Listen”, it said.


A melody, so sweet, carried upon the air,

Eyes closed I tasted each note,

I breathed the sweetness,

Heard chuckles in the grass,

As the breath-like wind was cast upon my skin,

By the garments of the Fae.


I heard the call of birds,

And understood,

As they sang in the trees,

Joining the symphony,

That played through the forest,

The Shadows danced,

And the Piper played,

As the Sun set.


I tasted the honey of the Otherworld,

Heartbeat in rhythm,


My mouth opened,

My breath ached to be free,

Head raised to the sky,

I opened my eyes and saw them,

Sang my note to the Universe,

And joined the Song.


Feet on grass,


Arms raised,

All around me,

The Song was heard,

Across the Universe,

And the Universe,

Was the Song.

By |2016-10-14T11:00:55+00:00February 25th, 2014|Categories: poetry|Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , |14 Comments


  1. jayne February 25, 2014 at 11:49 am - Reply

    The words are lovely….so is the big Oak tree.

  2. Kelly February 25, 2014 at 12:01 pm - Reply

    Breathtaking! Beautiful! Love it!

  3. Damh the Bard February 25, 2014 at 12:19 pm - Reply

    Thank you!

  4. Lin February 25, 2014 at 12:46 pm - Reply

    This new song has such a wonderful feel to the words. Now we need to hear the music.

    • Damh the Bard February 25, 2014 at 1:09 pm - Reply

      Hey Lin, I hadn’t written it as a song, but it might inspire one!

  5. Daniela February 25, 2014 at 1:02 pm - Reply

    …beautiful and true 🙂

  6. Sandy Riley February 25, 2014 at 1:18 pm - Reply

    Your poem evokes wonderful imagery!

  7. Brenna Adaira February 25, 2014 at 3:29 pm - Reply

    Absolutely beautiful. This made me ache for the forests currently buried in waist-deep snow. Would love to see it as a song, though I think it’s powerful even as a poem.

  8. Eilish Niamh February 25, 2014 at 5:20 pm - Reply

    Wow, powerful and beautiful poem. Your words brought me there, to the place where all worlds are seen, to the place where every song is heard and understood and even spaces have their own music. Remembering, we bring ourselves to light out from the shadows of our making. And from the strands of our own song we spin the story we become into something beautiful and strong
    , part of the fabric pattern of the world.

  9. Sarah February 25, 2014 at 6:02 pm - Reply

    Beautiful! Forests are my favorite places, and the imagery in this piece is powerful. Thank you for sharing 🙂

    • Storm Cloud February 25, 2014 at 11:43 pm - Reply

      My thought exactly! lol
      Now I need to go back to the reservation 🙂
      Would love to hear this put to your sound, your music.

  10. Storm Cloud February 25, 2014 at 11:45 pm - Reply

    oh sorry, thought that I was commenting on “The Song” lol

  11. Michele February 26, 2014 at 1:08 am - Reply

    Beautifully written.

  12. Kailin February 26, 2014 at 11:35 am - Reply


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