Savage daughter

Karen Kahan, also known as Wyndreth Berginsdottir, wrote this song in the 1990s, inspired by her Norse heritage and Heathenry (Norse/Germanic paganism)



Original lyrics
Savage Daughter

I am my mother's savage daughter
The one who runs barefoot
Cursing sharp stones

I am my mother's savage daughter
I will not cut my hair
I will not lower my voice

My mother's child is a savage
She looks for her omens in the colors of stones
In the faces of cats, in the falling of feathers
In the dancing of fire
In the curve of old bones

I am my mother's savage daughter
The one who runs barefoot
Cursing sharp stones

I am my mother's savage daughter
I will not cut my hair
I will not lower my voice

My mother's child dances in darkness
She sings heathen songs
By the light of the moon
And watches the stars and renames the planets
And dreams she can reach them
With a song and a broom

I am my mother's savage daughter
The one who runs barefoot
Cursing sharp stones

I am my mother's savage daughter
I will not cut my hair
I will not lower my voice

We are all brought forth out of darkness
Into this world, through blood and through pain
And deep in our bones, the old songs are waking
So sing them with voices of thunder and rain

We are our mother's savage daughters
The ones who run barefoot
Cursing sharp stones

We are our mother's savage daughters
We will not cut our hair
We will not lower our voice

We are our mother's savage daughters
The ones who run barefoot
Cursing sharp stones

We are our mother's savage daughters
We will not cut our hair
We will not lower our voice

We are our mother's savage daughters
The ones who run barefoot
Cursing sharp stones

We are our mother's savage daughters
We will not cut our hair
We will not lower our voice



my current favorite version  is by Ekaterina Shelehova

you will need to find the song yourself because I can not post the link yet
due to the status\rules of being a new member


one poem per poet
minimum of 50 words
no erotica
title your works
new writes only

get your savage boots on

enjoy

i have no cry.

my eyes, they speak
of a smile unwavering

for i know what you don't
i have no cry.

through all my chittering
of a land that i love

that i own and you don't
i have no cry.

the sun is my mother
she bathes and burns me

i see her, you won't
i have no cry.

one day i will shine
like my mother alive

bland clouds like you don't
i have no cry.

i need not to speak
of my prideful freedom

that i have and you don't
i have no cry.

battle cries for naught
when your enemy is deaf

i hear it, you won't
i have no cry.

This competition is also one that I initiated under my other profile, though I can not access this older profile anymore. I can not log in to this profile anymore so therefor I will not be able to comment or judge this competition.

Hereby i would like to thank all contestants so far for participating, really great entries from all fellow members!
Much gratitude to all

A\R