Music Theme – Where the Unicorns Play

The Narwhal 

Where do  the Narwhals  live where do they  thrive

Where do  they dance and play

In the Arctic waters,  my darlings, that is where the Narwhals are alive.

They dance  and play  my  darlings in  the Straits of Davis  in  Baffin Bay

 

Are  they real these Narwhals are they truly the Unicorns of the sea

Do they live forever,  full of secrets and magical joy to give

Yes, yes  my darlings the Narwhal is as real and alive as you and me

I do not know, my darlings how long the Narwhal will live.

 

Eskimos hunt them with  canoes and spear

Eskimos slay  them  to use as food and  for their tusks and skins

The Narwhal is the Unicorn of the sea  but that they might die out is my lasting fear

Lets pray  my darlings  that the Narwhals out live the Unicorns.

( by  willowdot21 2014)

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Lisa picked this weeks Musical Theme  : Where Unicorns Play.  as usual I am late!

beautiful song  by America 

The Maiden and the Unicorn   from the beautiful  film Legend 

The Unicorn in the Bible

Job 39:9-12King James Version (KJV)

9 Will the unicorn be willing to serve thee, or abide by thy crib?

10 Canst thou bind the unicorn with his band in the furrow? or will he harrow the valleys after thee?

11 Wilt thou trust him, because his strength is great? or wilt thou leave thy labour to him?

12 Wilt thou believe him, that he will bring home thy seed, and gather it into thy barn?

King James Version

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Where Unicorns play, well that  must of  been when the world was young, maybe  just after Adam and Eve  were thrown out of Paradise the beautiful Unicorns followed them.

The  fly across the skies at night when we cannot sleep, they sing to us when our minds are rent in two with pain and sorrow. They stood at the cross at Calgary to ease Jesus’s pain.

They are  not really gone  we just are not clever enough to see them any  more!

( willowdot21)

 

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Comment on Thomas the Rhymer

This fantastic comment was sent  to me by  simon7banks   I have reblogged   it  here and added a picture . Please visit Simon’s blog

 

simon7banks commented on Musical Themes : Myths

 

The word machair is still current in Scottish Gaelic to mean a grassy coastal plain: it’s one of the main habitat divisions of the Outer Hebrides (machair and beach on the western shores, rocks on the eastern) and the county of Angus is traditionally divided into the Braes o’ Angus (the rough hills) and the Machair Angus (the coastal plain).
My take on Thomas the Rymer is here.

THOMAS THE RYMER

If you would ride into the borderlands alone
Or following a queen or an indistinct light
If you would be separated from the sun
Remember the sound of the waves and, Thomas, ride on.

If you would be free, then follow
If you would live, then die.

If, Thomas, you wish to feel the rough texture of bread
Rasping your hands, the tang and sweetness of wine,
Wind in the leaves, hair in your face, stroking fingers, soft rain,
Ride on.
Remember, and sing the song.

Haiku Excalibur

Today is all rush rush  so I am posting  an Arthurian Haiku that I put on poetry corner  a wonderful place to visit. Now it is important that you realize this little Haiku was written tongue in cheek. I do hope to be business as usual tomorrow!

Excalibur

All was silent all was calm

From below there arose an arm.

 

The birds where stilled and the breeze did drop.

The arm with the sword suddenly withdrew, kerplop!

;)

Merlin

There was a young lad who was unsure of destiny , his name was Merlin

Striving to understand which path was mapped out for him , seeing his future unfurling.

To Camelot he was sent to help the court physician for he had a magic bent.
Gaius knew the boy had talent and a destiny to fulfill a reason he was sent.

 

He learnt at Gaius’s knee at first terrified of is own magic power he longed to be free

He spent most of time the butt of the young Arthur’s jokes he accepted that was how it had to be.

As he grew older his path became clearer and he knew just how to handle the prince in waiting

He took all Arthur could throw at him gently guiding him toward his path all ills anticipating.

Always at Arthur’s side hiding his magic well

Keeping the young king safe often using a secret spell.

For he had become fast friends with Arthur  and was all but in name an extra knight.

Merlin was the one who could always be depended upon to sort out wrongs and make disasters right.

 

Guinevere loved him  too he helped her to find her husband true.

Sad was he when she tarried with Lancelot blindly her vows to Arthur she forgot.

Yet Merlin knew that she was true and he convinced Arthur to harm her not.

Oh! so many tales I would tell of Merlin’s time with Arthur

But that is for another time which will be dealt with here after!

Guinevere

Oh! she was so pretty  Oh!  she really was so fair.

With sparkling eyes and rosy cheeks and  raven black hair.

Slight of figure but huge of heart she has so much to give.

Arthur fell under her spell, he knew he would love her for ‘ere long they both  would live.

 

As she coyly looked his way her eyes sheltered by her lustrous lashes.

She knew at once he’d be her king, she knew by the way her heart was leaping into dashes.

Arthur too was smitten as he had watched her arrival with glee

For Guinevere was by far the most beautiful girl he had or would ever see.

 

Her Farther gladly gave her hand in marriage to king Utha’a son

Both fathers were relieved  for in this union their uniting of England was finally done.

All of Arthur’s knights were assembled to honour the new queen

Row on row of knights, armor shining flags flying. It was a joyous scene.

Among their ranks was Lancelot his eyes shining green

Looking upon Guinevere the most desirable woman he’d ever seen.

 

Vivian (The Lady of the Lake)

Tired and weary, after journeying to Avalon’s shore

The travelers  could not believe what they saw.

The young king and his wizard  true

Were in awe of what they had come here to do.

 

All was silent all was calm. Barely a breeze

To ripple the lake and or move the leaves.

The silver moon light lit the scene

All was silent all was calm and serene.

 

Suddenly a ripple crossed the lake

It grew larger, leaving silver glitter in it’s wake.

Of a sudden the waters began to swirl and churn

Up from the lake a vision rose , hard to discern .

 

A wondrous sight to see  from the lake rose

T’was the Lady of the lake radiant and fair of face

Every move she made was gentle and full of grace.

Her gown was of the deepest blue

A shining  sword  out from the lake she drew.

 

Take Excalibur Arthur  this sword is for you

There is a long and hard road ahead for you

Many and dangerous are the tasks in store for you

Take this sword and use it true  and take heed

Of Merlin he is a wise and good servant to you.

 

Tossing the sword toward the shore

She waited to see Arthur’s hand catch Excalibur

Then she was gone leaving the lake as it was before.

I am tired now but soon I shall tell you more!

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