MID WINTER GATHERING
When the tribe came together ,Shearing the hoarded food ,
All sat round the rawing fire ,
Pig spitrosted , being turned ,
Dripping grease in to the fier ,
The sound's of the fire spoiting ,
Hungry children in courose asking ,
'' Is it ready yet, '' is it ready yet , we're ,
So hungry '' '' quiet children ,
Be patient now '' ,
Settle down now'' ,
The young girls took centre stage ,
The musicians took up their instruments ,
Drums , flutes , fiddles , pipes ,
They struck up , a singer began to sing ,
The girls began to dense to the music ,
And and the singers song ,
Scerts flew , spread out , the underskirt's ,
Of many coulers , like a rainbow showing ,
All the girls had spent hour after hour ,
Collecting berry's , flowers for to ,
Extract the dye , for those underskirt's ,
Now swizing around the centre of the gathering ,
The young men , not so young it has to be said,
Were inflamed in lust , desire , love ,
As they looked on , the not so young woman ,
Gave the not so old men after all , a look ,
And an elbow to the ribs , all then all laughed ,
How they laughed ,
Then the dancing girls , removed their kerchiefs ,
From around the necks , they spread out ,
Looking at all the , young lads ,
A michifus smile played on the young girls faces ,
Each then slowly danced towards the young lads ,
Of choice ,
The young girlsthrow the kerchief over each head ,
Around each neck ,
Then walk backwards , gently puling the young lads with them ,
To the centre of the gathering ,
Turing a round and around , the music now a crashando ,
Wild so wild , while the couple dancde oh so slowly ,
Each couple looking deep in to the eyes of the other ,
Turning , quickening to music , in frenzy , they became ,
Till all the couples were as if posest ,
Then they stopped , in front of their chosen chief ,
Who spoke to each girl saying '' have you chosen '' ,
To which each girl replied '' aye , I have chosen '' ,
And what do you say , to the young lads ,
'' aye , I were chosen '' , '' I am content ''
The chief , said '' then be happy I say'' ,
''You woman and men '' , '' may you prove to be ,
Rightly called '' ,
Hand in hand they departed the centre of the gathering ,
Now story teller , walks in to the centre , of the gathering ,
All go's quiet , even the children ,
Beer , slices of pork , in hands ,
All greasy , fingers licked ,
As the story teller begins his tail ,
Of great heroes , of dragons slade ,
Of love found and lost ,
Of lovers reunited ,
Tales of great Kings and queens ,
Children in ore of the storeys ,
Of the geat men and woman ,
Bood at the bad ,
Their parents smile ,
Kids drop of to sleep one by one ,
Put to bed wrap in fuers ,
Smiles bright upon their sleepy faces ,
With kids all a sleeping ,
The story teller , now tels difrant storys ,
As the mead flows , storeys now rather bordy ,
Of woman who choosy , men who were grateful ,
Grins showing , elbows into jabbed , more grins ,
Exchanged ,
Then the story teller begins his tale of ,
Beowulf ,
A story offton told ,
But no midwinter gathering complete with out it's telling.
The Dyslexic Poet
Ken D Williams
Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2009-12-23 at 07:59
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