listening

listening
nimue locked merlin
–       still living
tight in his tomb
–       and left a young girl
to guard it
–       the girl
–               the ignorant girl
waited long years
–       alone listening
–               to an old man
singing his own dirge
until- she knows not how –
–       with her arms wrapped round the tree
–       and her lips upon a knot hole
–       her tears watering the roots
–       she set him free


According to Bullfinch’s Mythology I share a name with the girl left to guard Merlin’s tomb.  And yes, I have read all of Bullfinch’s.  I’m a dork like that and won’t change for the world.  Mythology has long enthralled my imagination.

Nowhere in the original stories I have read does Merlin ever break free from his living death but in my story that young maid charged with guarding his cage falls in love with his song and somehow breaks the spell.

I think it is a rather short-sighted mistake to dismiss mythology in the name of rationality.  Given that both Jesus and Plato considered allegory an important teaching tool I think it is safe to say that perhaps myths were never intended to be taken as literal, factual history but rather to be maps of human thought and emotion.  These stories endure for hundreds, thousands of years because they teach about and connect us to each other and ourselves.

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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