TehMill

TehMill

TehMill girl from the mountain

gives her message in languages

you should wait for interpretation

or read in mystic passages.

Telling all about music

a simple girl with a song

it’s plain to see that she loves the lyrics

she knows where all the notes belong

Just hearken to her story

from her box in the square

all about a banquet that she’s going to

tables laid with portions rare.

She’s longing for her rapture

 see her in ecstacy

although she’s sorry about the ire

of folk who don’t want to see.

TehMill in the firelight

strumming on her guitar

no-one hears the voice that she listens to

nor she the noisy jar.

Young girls dance in their glee

old folk join in the fun

all their sorrows are left behind them

and peace on everyone. 

*

Canto [TehMill's song]

 

TehMill’s song

 

I have gotten too much tan

a long time working in the sun

but in my lover’s eyes I’m beautiful

he calls me his lovely one.

*

If only he were my brother

I could kiss him freely in the street

and show the world how much I love him

uninhibited by any we meet

*

I remember the first time

he came knocking on my door

dampen locks from the night air

which made me hesitate more.

*

When he spoke with honey tongue

I made haste to turn the latch

oh! how hard my heart was beating

my breath was all at a catch.

*

By the time I shot back the bolt

he had turned away into the night

I begged the city girls to help me

find him who had captured my delight

 *

I see him gazing at my window

looking lonely, leant against the wall

he knows that I won’t leave him standing there

I will run with him when I hear him call.

*

Based somewhat on Song of songs 

Dance the daddy longlegs

Dance the daddy longlegs
Dance the daddy longlegs

Dance the daddy longlegs

pussyfoot around

let’s beat all around the bushes

in case the truth is found,

ah! house, built upon fables

having legend for a foundation

your walls constructed of folk-lore

nowt more concrete than imagination,

a more durable truth might have lasted.

My ears work best in the valley

in copses where trees gentle the wind

the earth I tread is soft but firm

there my life is determined.

Morning prayer and the song of a robin

chuckling praise like river mirth

answers come down like autumn leaves

yeah, and teach me what I am worth

I am your meadow maid,

meadow maid, meadow maid

you have forgotten all about me,

the songs we sang, the games we played

in the morning sunshine.

How our laughter rang out

we used to skip together and dance

never afraid to shout.

You have seen the field crocuses

gathered round the sycamore tree

I am one of them,

that pretty red one among them, that is me.

Calico Contralto

Calico Contralto

Calico Contralto

 

Calico Contralto

we sat on her veranda

she sang the language of angels

more blissful than Nirvana

The song flowed from her belly

tripped her tongue with ecstacy

an inner shekinah enwrapt her

and time turned to eternity

*

Her voice lay o’er the valley

Calico Contralto.

Camped by a spring of water

the song she sang I did not know,

 though I played on her piano,

 protected by her archers

stood around our dargle

looking out for searchers

*

Oh! that vale is green in shades

 oh! the view is fair

oh! the trees delightful

delicious the fruit they bear.

*

Her song was mellowed velvet

Calico Contralto

we sat on her veranda.

 The song she sang, I did not know

 though I played on her piano

[the tongue being one I had not learned]

she sang with such beauty of love

our melted hearts just turned.

 

Skateboard scally

Skateboard scally

Skateboard scally

 WOAH! it’s me, smiling

passing through your life,

cutting across your path,

slicing your space like a knife.

And you, just ambling along

I weaved you with my skateboard

did I make you jump? oh sorry.

 just had a song to share, a cheery word,

don’t look like that, I’m no slag

no need to scowl at me

I’m just a scallywag.

*

You were startled by my breeze,

a sudden movement of the air,

your space invaded by a tease

my laughter caught you unaware

We can be friends if you want

okay I buzzed you up, I’ve said I’m sorry

oh drop the skangy front

hah! saw that twinkle in your eye

the faintest glimmer of a smile.

Come on, let’s find somewhere to sit

we can chat for a little while.

The Totton Linnet

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