Friday, 18 October 2013

Day 455: Howling at the Moon

 

Tonight is October's full moon, the Hunter's Moon. It always reminds me of wolves, howling at the moon.

Since I couldn't seem to find any poems about either subject, this song by singer/songwriter Josh Ritter (not just one of the most poetic lyricists around - but a novelist too) popped into my head.
 About wolves and the moon, but something else, most entirely - 'Then one day I just woke up/And the wolves were all there/Wolves in the piano/Wolves underneath the stairs...' The instinct of intuition? The call of the wild? The restlessness for freedom? You decide!


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tgwuf-nYLrU

Wolves - Josh Ritter

I still remember that time when we were dancing
We were dancing to a song that I'd heard
Your face was simple and your hands were naked
I was singing without knowing the words
But I started listening to the wolves in the timber
Wolves in the timber at night
I heard their songs when I looked in the mirror
In the howls and the moons round my eyes

So long, so high
So long, so high
So long, so high
So long

Then winter came and there was little left between us
Skin and bones of love won't make a meal
I felt my eyes lifting over your shoulder
There were wolves at the edge of the field
But I still remember that time when we were dancing
We were dancing to a song that I'd heard
Your face was simple and your hands were naked
I was singing without knowing the words

So long, so high
So long, so high
So long, so high
So long

Then one day I just woke up
And the wolves were all there
Wolves in the piano
Wolves underneath the stairs
Wolves inside the hinges
Circling round my door
At night inside the bedsprings
Clicking across the floor
I don't know how they found me
I'll never know quite how
I still can't believe they heard me
That I was howling out that loud

So long, so high
So long, so high
So long, so high
So long

At times in the frozen nights I go roaming
In the bed she used to share with me
I wake in the fields with the cold and the lonesome
The moon's the only face that I see
But I still remember that time when we were dancing
We were dancing to a song that I'd heard
Your face was simple and your hands were naked
I was singing without knowing the words

So long, so high...

1 comment:

  1. The wise are instructed by reason, average minds by experience, the stupid by necessity and the brute by insticnt. See the link below for more info.

    #instinct
    www.ufgop.org

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