So you want to write a song?

Thought I'd share a new song with you all. It as yet, has no tune but I love the flow of the words. It was inspired by a comment about 'fertile dust'. Amazing what triggers poetry.

THE WOMEN - by Jane Eamon 2007

We sit, blood of our mothers
Bright beneath our feet
We sigh, soft waving vapours
Poured out with every beat
We sing high reedy chanting
To make the story complete

We cry tears for the wounded
And the many more who've died
We thirst hungry for touching
Soft hand upon a thigh
We hold steadfast and stirring
The pot of self denial

We are the ones
Seed carried to womb
We are the ones
Shroud bearers to tombs
We are the ones
Old mother through storms
We are the ones

We take comfort in knowing
Our work is not in vain
We share bread and butter
To cover others' pain
We weave stories for laughter
To make the world again

We speak words soft and soothing
To gather them all in
We shout strength in our numbers
For the comfort of our kin
We grow strong in our boldness
To rise standing again

We are the ones
Seed carried to womb
We are the ones
Shroud bearers to tombs
We are the ones
Old mother through storms
We are the ones

Jane Eamon is an award winning singer/songwriter from the Okanagan Valley. With a powerful blues voice dipped in gospel and folk, she keeps her songwriting pen sharpened and ready. You can check out her website at www.janeandgord.com or www.myspace.com/janeeamon.
 

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