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A celebration of the Ostara, aka the Spring Equinox, the first in a series of eight pieces to celebrate the eight Druidic festivals of the Windmill of the Year, more about which here: https://anniedieuleveut.com/2024/02/01/the-windmill-of-the-year/
By Annie Dieu-Le-Veut and APi_ZZ (@api_zz)
Words and vocals by Annie Dieu-Le-Veut.
© Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, February 2024
Music and Cover Art by APi_ZZ
© APi_ZZ (Andreas Pirner) February 2024
Words:
Fire serpents and dragons are stirring
Deep down in the hard, cold iron of Earth.
Slithering land wights are waking,
And wriggling and stretching,
Woken from their sleep by the return
Of the song of the Sun,
Its melody singing all dreamers awake,
To light the cauldrons and fasts to break.
Lady Slipper yawns and opens her petals
To a bold west wind ruffling her labellum.
Thunderclouds above ominously threaten.
An ash in full livery, its leaves right on time,
Stands next to the winter-nude of an oak.
So the old wives mutter in iambic rhyme,
“Ash before oak, we’re in for a soak.”
Great Spotted Woodpecker drills Mars’s drum
In a military tattoo, to marshall the bugs,
The soldier beetles and bark-gnawing weevils,
Now Luna turns russet red in Earth’s umbra,
A covenant of balmier days without number.
Wyrm moon, Cold moon, Sap Moon
Pulling on the tides, rising
And not just in the flooded rhynes, but
Coursing up the loins of men too,
Their reveries of love fine-tuned
To Jack in the Green’s reciting
To the tremolo thrill of Pan’s piping
Labyrinth Spider stands guard on the dell,
While Salamanders ring the bluebells
To peal out harsh winter’s fare-thee-well.
Pixie-cup lichen arrives in the Vale,
And elves riding turkeys with blue ruffled tails
Then ... Amanita Muscaria sings her aria,
And Cuckoo tells us Spring is finally here.
- Genre
- Ambient