#1981 - the glimmer folk

 

1981

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the glimmer folk

 

the hidden, how long since?

with us still!

 

of the between world

beside themselves, dark or light

shadows and so cast none

here to help in need

 

neither here nor there yet

fence sitters

you may say stuck

precious to the obligation

in curly pointed sabot shoes

 

will we put out a coin for them?

is it milk? we’ll call them creature

 

we ask who’s to be believed (?)

and

what do they believe of us?

 

cloud caps them

they’re yay high

everywhere’s alive

and here’s the proof

 

they hide things – one sock, a spoon  

the map for the day

they’ll steal a lid

to keep you from remembering

 

just for fun, you’d think

they are revengers of killjoy

 

it’s every day holy – to market, to dance

know the magic of what’s what

they live on mist and moss

 

we can neither confirm nor deny them

 

but reverence

don’t wander off

 

some say they’re of heaven and of hell

and yes, they must be this and that

 

don’t call them by their real names           

don’t throw stones, you never know

 

sometimes best not to speak presence

to each be as we are

all sacred, everywhere so

 

they show from stones of where

nor with our words

but light, but bells, but in the running

 

in every tree, this waking – spring

cloud and blanket over

 

they are a mirror to us

moss their forest, cleft shy crag

breeze free, sometimes severe

explain the vengeance of a living land

 

it’s just the same as for us to remember

today’s the day we’re not here

 

so it is with the huldufólk

 

they are hiding from each other

so many unsettled scores

 

hammer a nail into the threshold

then they will still be there