Cassandra – a Cut-Out Folk Song

When I came downstairs this morning I noticed yesterday’s poem had done its own little overnight wriggle, like bits were trying to creep back to re-join their original wordy neighbourhoods. Around the edges of the paper I looked again at the cut words that didn’t make the cut, and after a few moments I heard them singing – folky and shanty-like; words of the tap-room: fiddle and pipe. They sang a verse of Cassandra. The chorus to which, I’m quite sure, would simply and with closed-eye singing, repeat her name over and over.

So here’s the folk verse, Cassandra – and below it the mythology that wriggled…



Mythology of the English 2


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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