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Drink The Water – A Quadrille

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Drink The Water

I heard the calling and came to you
Knowing it was where I was meant to be
Strange, unsettling, wanting to adapt
I listened to your words and I drank in
your water, deep into my being
until it stoned me to my soul


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De Jackson is hosting D'Verse Poets Monday Quadrille she and has prompted us with the word 'Stone'. I immediately thought of one of my favorite Van Morrison songs "And It Stoned Me" from his Moondance album.  It inspired my quadrille.

The song is about an experience Morrison had when he was 12 years old. After a day of fishing outside a village named Ballystockart in his native Ireland, Morrison and his friends stopped in one of the village's houses, where they saw an old man sitting inside. In Steven Turner's Van Morrison: Too Late to Stop Now, Morrison describes him as "dark weather-beaten."

Morrison and his friends asked the man for water, and he gave them some he'd gotten from a nearby stream. As Morrison drank the stream water he slipped into mystical experience. "Time stood still," he says in Too Late to Stop Now. "For five minutes everything was really quiet and I was in this other dimension. "That's what the song is about."

Courtesy of Songfacts

A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words, excluding the title

Blog, Poem of the Month

Watercolors – Poem of the Month – March 2021

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Watercolors

Silver-grey of early evening sky
shines its light on my still waters
waking me from a reverie
My sparkling diamonds dance
on gently rolling ripples
as buoyant ducks bounce
 
Twilight swathes me
in its purple cloth
and I wear amethyst gems
Silhouetted birds in black
fly low returning to their nests
as stillness falls in silence
 
The night brings an indigo blanket
adorned with sequined stars
Reflecting on my mirrored surface
Gently I rock to sleep
in the glow of a silvery moon
rising slowly in the darkness
 

Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing
All Rights Reserved

Mish is hosting D'Verse Poets tonight and has
prompted us to write a poem from the perspective
of a color.

Image by Alan Robb from Pixabay 
Blog, Song Lyric Sunday

Song Lyric Sunday – Into The Mystic

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I’ve been waiting to share probably my most favorite Van Morrison song with you and this is the week! Jim Adams, our host of Song Lyric Sunday, prompted us with the elements. Air, Fire, Earth and Water. I have gone with water and Van Morrison’s “Into The Mystic”. It has a beautiful poetic verse and I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

This is about a sailor at sea thinking about returning to his lover, who is back on land. Normally a foghorn signals danger, but in this case it means he is close to home and his love.

There is room for interpretation beyond the superficial meaning. It might be interpreted as expressing an understanding that life is finite (the ship sailing on its round trip) and must be lived to its fullest (“I want to rock your Gypsy soul”), and an acceptance of its inevitable end (“We will magnificently float into the mystic, when the foghorn blows I will be coming home”). When you have seen the world and loved someone, you should have no reason to fear the end because you have lived your life to the fullest.

The original title was “Into the Misty.”
According to Morrison, he couldn’t decide whether the first line should be “We were born before the wind” or “We were borne before the wind.”
This was played in the 1989 Mary Stuart Masterson movie Immediate Family. She played a woman who was young and pregnant and planning to give her baby to Glenn Close and James Woods, who couldn’t have a baby of their own.

According to a BBC survey, because of this song’s cooling, soothing vibe, this is one of the most popular songs for surgeons to listen to whilst performing operations.

Courtesy of Songfacts

Lyrics

We were borne before the wind
Also younger than the sun
Ere the bonnie boat was won
As we sailed into the mystic

Hark, now hear the sailors cry
Smell the sea and feel the sky
Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic

And when that foghorn blows
I will be coming home
And when the foghorn blows
I want to hear it

I don't have to fear it and I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And magnificently we will flow into the mystic

When that fog horn blows
You know I will be coming home
And when that fog horn whistle blows
I got to hear it

I don't have to fear it and I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And together we will flow into the mystic

Come on, girl
Too late to stop now

Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Van Morrison
Brand New Day lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc
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