MUSINGS

KATHERINE WELCH, ADVISOR

Perhaps you have heard stories Told 'round the blazing fire

Words of heroes’ actions spilling From impassioned poets’ tongues

Stories of warriors lost Wandering sea-tossed seven years long, Of wooden horses carrying legions, Of victories achieved by the many-armed god’s incarnate, Of Geat’s battles 'gainst demons, sea-monsters, dragons, Or repeated run-ins with windmills

Perhaps these stories paint Scenes of hillsides common Or firey landscapes and molten spires Or stormy waters and spectre-like birds Or fantastical realms where the littlest are most brave

Perhaps they tell histories: Legendary kings and knights, Power-struggles between imperial clans. Or the falls of angels. Or even every-day happenings.

Though diverse in their adventurings These stories all share one thing: me The muse of ebony-plaited hair And olive skin, whispering In the ears of sleeping dreams