the jealousy of Emer: a song without a tune

The scattered words of a song I wrote in yesteryear on a green scrap of paper:

Where are you going, your white hand knife-ready?
Steal away, come away, come and take what is yours:
your tears in the sea and lost in the eddy

the gray of the waves, your feet on the jetty
Steal away, come away, come and take what is yours.
Where are you going, your white hand knife-ready?

The red of your heart’s blood the tale does not carry.
Steal away, come away, come and take what is yours:
your tears in the sea and lost in the eddy

The wind twists your hair but your pale grip is steady.
Steal away, come away, come and take what is yours:
Where are you going, your white hand knife-ready?

And she lets him go in the face of your fury.
Steal away, come away, come and take what is yours:
Where are you going, your white hand knife-ready?
your tears in the sea and lost in the eddy

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About whitecatgrove

The musings of a Druid priestess, singer, poet and musician in Upstate New York.
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