We Need New Songs…

I listen to quite a lot of music. Not much of it feels rooted or even connected to Earthly life. I’m beginning to wonder if many of our problems stem from an inability to celebrate what is life-affirming. Maybe we need an aesthetic of the hearth and home, of the constant and congenial and communitarian. Maybe we need to not merely find beauty in quotidian life, but focus on it, singularly and steadfastly. Maybe we need to sing out in power and wonder each and every day that nothing happens that takes life from us. And maybe for all that we need new songs…

unsound songs

we sing the wrong stories
songs of blood and sword
bones bleached on battlefields
rings and wraiths
illusion and illusory fate
love lost to crossed stars
horns herald heroes
boasts brayed of belligerent lords
flutes trilling fabled flights of fancy
strange bird song from no forest known

what of the majesty of the morning star
the bravery of ash blossoms
what of the grandeur of the autumn garden
the mystery of each miraculous seed

give me skies of starlight
give me rainbows and ephemeral aurora
give me the captivating splendor of silent snow
all in swelling song
sing to me of warm bread
of infant heads soft with sleep
sing to me of full bellies
joyfully awakening to daily love
sing to me of mundane magic
the web of wonder that binds the world

what is the death of a hero
or the sacrifice of the chosen one
just one more victory 
for those who would unmake life
we have given them too much glory
it is time for new songs…

©Elizabeth Anker 2022