The quote for today is from ‘The Ragged Wood’. I have used it as inspiration for the Secret Keeper’s weekly writing challenge, to include the words:
HIGH | CHECK | COLOR | DOWN | KEY
‘…by water among the trees
The delicate-stepping stag and his lady sigh’ —W.B. Yeats
He calls his love home from the hill
High on the hill, the white hind stands,
She pauses before she leaves the deep trees,
She watches the sky and she tastes the sound
Of the colours of leaves drifting in the breeze.
Down she bounds where the grass is lush,
In the meadow bright where the stream runs by,
But she stops before she leaps the bank,
For a song drifts down from the hill so high.
‘Come home, come home,’ the rough voice calls,
To the wind, the sky and the rushing stream,
And the hind in an instant remembers his face,
And the name that she thought was only a dream.
So poised for flight she turns her head,
His name, his face, the curse she sees,
The woman she was tries to find her voice,
Though the song in its falling fills her with unease.
Her heart full of sadness she leaps the bright stream,
For the song that she hears is in the wrong key,
It tells her, as into the forest she melts,
That from her enchantment she’ll never be free.