Fair maiden come to rekindle the light Hymn signing sung to heavens delight Not a word sung about your saintly fight As a woman with your own goal in sight Condemned by men to suffering without respite To write your praises my hopes reignite
All trough childhood and adolescence I where one of those girls that sang like the angels in Lucia processions. In Sweden it’s all about upcoming midwinter and celebrating the returning light. Also the protestant church don’t have saints so the real symbolism of the story of Saint Lucia of Syracuse has gotten lost along the way.
Also posted to OpenLinkNight #256 at dVerse. Which is why this poem is in the dVerse form of a Quadrille – a poem of 44 words, not counting the titel.
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