THE WYRD BLOG OF JOSEPH SCROBB

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September 7, 2018

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March 19, 2017

"At a springe-wel, under a thorn 
There was a bote of bale, a litel hire a-forn, 
There beside stant a maide, full of love ibounde, 
Whoso wol seche trewe love, in hir it shall be founde"

- Anonymous middle English verse, 14th Century

Spring Tide - "At a sprynge wel under a thorn...


Based on English folk-lore and a particular bit of 14th century verse/poetry. Though no melody is recorded with the original text, I've found it very pleasant to sing aloud to a...

March 6, 2017

When the Sun lay in the earth,
I set my heart there deep beside,
that the sinking of a sacred light
portended doom should swift betide;
and so it fell, and filled that space
within my chest; and all inside
was drowned by dread it seemed;
to think my heart must now abide
in earthen tomb, yet still to hope;
for neither heart nor sun have died,
and though I might not make it so;
to see a dawn at least, I tried.

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