Starstruck Awenydd
Musings of a queer trans dedicant of Gwyn ap Nudd.
- We Need Songs About Platonic GriefSo here is a song from Lorcan, who lives in a story I’ve been writing for many years. Some things are brittle, sighed my knight of nightO Starlight! I miss morning’s light!A riddle: how can Day still burn?It’s midnight–will the fae prince learn?This shining knife my heart unsealedEngraved with scars that have not healed–What say you, laughing traveler?I miss the man I thought you were. O son of Dusk and Faerie, in my tower!If I could reach your window withContinue reading “We Need Songs About Platonic Grief”
- Anthesteria (It’s Not About You)I pray I’m not Icarius!–Ikaro is my nameThe Stranger found me Larkless when with sea-kissed smiles he cameOh you can call it Reason when you twist apart the FatesAnd you can call it poison when the God intoxicates! But I don’t want this song to be about you!Get out of my house and take your knives! I’m drinking my holy wine without you!(His blessing, to sweeten both our lives.)Swinging in the darkStarry skies above the parkNo one in this templeContinue reading “Anthesteria (It’s Not About You)”
- The Ballad of Blue HorizonBlue Horizon is a fictional plane, but this story is inspired by real aviation accidents, and by what Gwyn has taught me about the way He gathers the dead. They called her Blue HorizonOn silver wings she flew–She brushed the gates of HeavenAnd bore her pilots true!In winds of rain and lightningIn clouds of ice and snowIn darkness, Blue HorizonShe knew just where to go.The captain, he was flyingThe first mate by his side–She knew them, Blue HorizonThey spoke herContinue reading “The Ballad of Blue Horizon”
- Sparkly JimI was ’bout to leave my cornfieldFor the night would soon beginWhen between the stalks I saw himLike a scarecrow, long and thinHe was dressed in snow white leather Gemstones sparkling like ice And he tipped his hat and said to me”Them crops look pretty nice.” Sparkly JimIt’s Sparkly Jim!You’ll glimpse him when the mist comes rollin’ in!It’s Sparkly JimAnd if you let him inWe’re gonna have a real weird night again.He whistled to his hound dogAnd those rust redContinue reading “Sparkly Jim”
- An Empty GraveI can’t sing Vikaró To guide you home(Somewhere out there you’re still alive).I made an empty grave My grief to pay–I feel just like my brother died. Your voice touched everything I’ve ever learned about my King!–To Gwyn and Gwyn alone I am beholden when I sing! Víkaro, Vikáro! Dívono, Divóno! Lúgoso, Lugóso! What am I supposed to do now?Therasia, Inanna! Ishtar, Uelani! Sun Mom to Your two sons–Call His Name to claim my true Vow! No one can escapeContinue reading “An Empty Grave”
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