posted on June 26, 2008 at 11:35 pm

i was born the boundover life-blind son of the north wind
i was sequestered amongst the centaurs
where i excelled in archery and playing the lyre
i was so lovely they incased me in pearl enamel
lest any see me and fall in love with my beauty
i strode through the sacred glades erect
i was practiced in the magic arts
and i called the dryads from their trees
you birch
and you ash
and you willow
fleetfooted daughters of wood
spirits of the groves
io io ao io
i sung them from their boles and hollows
i loved them in the noonday shade
when summer ran through the meadows
the spirits and i move under eachs tree
all the birds knew me too
and flew messages for me to distant points i would fain know
then ripples of the breeze would spread through the leaves
a world much younger than this one
oh my heart tells me of its existence
oh i was wrong to think it all meaningless
suddenly we hear music
what is that strange strange melody
a gentle sad cadence
a regular phrase played over but modulating with the dappled light
the woodland creatures prick up their ears
why this then is the real arcadia sings a voice
children rush onto the stage dressed in gossamer
tiny little wings like bees some hover slightly above the ground
little moonflower and autumnleaf and rainywings
look theres daffodil and mossy-ears and honeykiss
starpowder dumpling, and mrs grinsmiths faery…
who has ordered this gathering here in the midday sleepy sun?
i hide myself quickly in the arbours shadows
i climb a tree and i watch from the boughs
i sit cuddling a panther asleep in the leaves
she purrs like a cat and licks me with her rough tongue
sssh i whisper in her jet black ears
let us observe these faery folk below
sure enough out jumped johnny bee
and mrs tompkins chimney gnome
there was buzzer and knot and little pinky the cobweb girl
oh a woofle there she is
a fat little fairy whose tiny wings can hardly carry her aloft
and look isnt that oberon himself
dressed in the liquid green of high faery
attended by swallows and crickets and great green frogs
while cherubim swarm around his head in a cloud
a fanfare of faery brass
out from her bower steps his gracious wife
eternal queen of these stately elms and the quickening sap
mistress of the spring and elf rider
lady of the forest and mischief maker
stargazer fortuneteller lovemaker heartseeker
the panther growls softly
be quiet you feline fool
i tug her whiskers gently
i fondle her huge black cats face
i kiss her dusty fur
and she takes my hand in her mouth
and chews ever so ever so slightly
oh you bad girl i say soundlessly in the tree
below us the weird ones in the dell
in small piping voices they conduct their frolics
under canopies of sheerest spells
the lady and her consort
giggling pixies and a dour gnome
dragonflies darting errands
butterflies singing praise
they drink faery wine from tir na nog , baby
and oh, and believe me, it doth taste but goodly
in the distance lies the castle of good king stephen
not five leagues hence
where all sleep through the noon in enchantment
dark forces gather in the marshes and the fens
the night is a visitor these days
the night gives shelter to the darkness abroad
the magical stars twinkle over pink fairydust encrusted clouds
a unicorn canters on into a moonlit knoll and snorts
the lovers tiptoe across the stage at last reconciled
tomorrow we’ll be married and journey to ithaca
we’ll tell your father the duke
when we meet him by the fountain of laughing waters
in the land of alakazam
far across the green blue sea

18 Responses to “faith hope and chariots”

  1. avatar
    veleska1970 | 27 June 2008 at 1:33 am #

    i don’t know why, but this blog made me think of the hobbit, alice in wonderland and the legend of king arthur all rolled up into one.

    have a good day, steve.

    lotza love…..

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    princey | 27 June 2008 at 2:05 am #

    This is the stuff sweet dreams are made of…mmmm still dreaming of my journey there one of these days.

    Well I’m outta here on a little journey down to the beach for a while, no computer there tho, so I’ll really, really miss my daily fix of ttb 🙁 Good luck with the “mystery” gig if it’s this weekend sk.
    Take care and love always,
    Amanda

  3. avatar
    kat | 27 June 2008 at 3:06 am #

    #3 lucky 🙂 lovely & beyond descriptive

  4. avatar
    Anonymous | 27 June 2008 at 3:21 am #

    I’ve been looking for the land of Alakazam my whole life.
    I’m confident one day I’ll find it.
    A fine imagination fueled fantasia today sir.

    Mark
    Tampa, Fl

  5. avatar
    fantasticandy | 27 June 2008 at 4:23 am #

    steve,
    do you really just pull this stuff out of the ether?
    if so,
    ’tis an uncommon talent sir.

  6. avatar
    captain mission | 27 June 2008 at 5:56 am #

    Looking forwards to hear the descriptions of Alakazoo.
    I think i’m a weird one frolicking in the deli today.

  7. avatar
    damien | 27 June 2008 at 7:22 am #

    I see that Starfish just squeaked into The Age’s list of top 50 Australian albums.

    Not that these things have any credibility, but at least The Church was recognised.

    But the position of the album should have been much higher!

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    davem | 27 June 2008 at 8:59 am #

    Wah, i’m impersonating me again! Go find this, mate: Sounds, 13th March 1982 – 1st Church interview in UK press (2 n a bit pages too!).

  9. avatar
    Anonymous | 27 June 2008 at 10:36 am #

    Worthy of pre-Glam Bolan, sirrah!
    Now I bid you good day.

  10. avatar
    Thomas Thomsen, Denmark | 27 June 2008 at 11:00 am #

    The Church didn’t even reach a high position in the Australian all-time top 50 album list?

    I have officially stopped understanding this messed-up world!

  11. avatar
    Celticat | 27 June 2008 at 11:41 am #

    Lovely

  12. avatar
    woodsy | 27 June 2008 at 11:48 am #

    I agree. So lovely…I want to live there.

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    lily was here | 27 June 2008 at 1:45 pm #

    Brilliant play of words sk, i love these tales, very voyeuristic! Beware the clever dragonflies, they might be servants but they aint no slaves.

    Poor little woofle, she’ll blossom into an enchantress wont she?

    xxx

    ps Thomas T, the trouble is that they had too many different Church albums to choose from, rather than a collective ‘one’– Starfish, Heyday and Priest. Nice to see Perry Keyes get a mention for his new second album!

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    Thomas Thomsen, Denmark | 27 June 2008 at 2:00 pm #

    Yeah…Well, it’s a nice sentiment, Lily.

    My picks for best Church albums would be Gold Afternoon Fix, Priest = Aura, After Everything Now This, and Forget Yourself.

  15. avatar
    Anonymous | 27 June 2008 at 4:21 pm #

    Blimey, even i can’t take the piss out of that!

  16. avatar
    Cee | 27 June 2008 at 5:08 pm #

    dragonflies darting errands
    butterflies singing praise

    libelulas con mandados
    mariposas cantando alabanzas

  17. avatar
    knot | 27 June 2008 at 8:11 pm #

    sweet dreams…

    I did go to Mexico for my June birthday. The lax zookeeper let me hold the panther on my lap.

    I can tell you that those ivory claws are thick. He was scrabbling for purchase on my slippery dress, digging in.

    PS- Glad to see I made the faery brigade. Yes, the wine is quite good.

  18. avatar
    Anonymous | 28 June 2008 at 9:00 am #

    another midsummernight’sdream*******

    c escherbach canada


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