Found Hymn

In the bundle from ’86 is a lyrical oddball I keep coming back to, and only last night before bed did I hear in it the low grumble of perverseness that makes for hymnodic delivery. The humming of graphic absurdities: a boy’s voice precisely at biting point, sunk in the choral gusto of lines about virgins and faint-prone flesh; strange words. And I quietly sang, in breaths, these possibly holy two verses. I will call it ‘Milkwort’ [trad. unknown.], and – thou cross-legged assembled children – let’s now build together to give up that final rejoiceful line; tipping the spinstered organ into something quite triumphant.

Milkwort

 

 

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About Stevie Mitchell

I come from a long line of cartoons and beer. I was once peed on by a tiger. Hoping the resultant super-powers are yet to come, cos if these are they, then, grrrr....
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4 Responses to Found Hymn

  1. Eva Raven says:

    Make some more!!!

  2. glynfedwards says:

    The different structures make for unique syntax. That last line ‘milky the pools between’ is special.

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