New Primitives

I was driving along, and The Cult came on the radio with the song "Fire Woman". Somehow my brain saw the images in the poem.

Jonus brings the starter

Freya brings the wood.

We all bring desire

shouting like we should.

First we shed our clothes

then put leather 'round our loins.

To seperate us from those

who use gas, phones, and coins.

Josie has brought the water

to give head and bellies fire

Jason makes the slaughter

placing meat upon the pyre.

We laugh out loud and drink

as the flames sizzle fat

We all feel, instead of think

and night discourages chat.

The sparks fly toward the stars

the smoke carries them aloft

Toward Venus and toward Mars

with them our souls will waft.

The liquid heat is burning

each heart and mind and soul

We dance together churning

becoming parts of a whole.

we dance to forget the meaning

of electric bricks and glass

We replace it with the feeling

of trampled earth and grass.

and when our moon is fading

and the sun, again, comes back

We sleep in the tree's shading

and our souls no longer lack.

Tomorrow we'll drop leather

for ties, and shoes, and cotton

We won't mind about the weather

but our dance won't be forgotten.

Reviews

[Stanley Wilson]

Now we are talking !! Music for the soul and mind

[Mark]

Thanks Stanley!

[KAOlmsted]

Smokestack lightning ;-) Good s**t, dude. (I like Ciao, Baby better though --Edie-- Now what might THAT song have inspired??) Great stuff here, Mark. Thanks for passing it along.

[Mark]

I love The Cult. I wrote another one inspired by She Sells Sanctuary.

[KAOlmsted]

Down by the seashore? ;-) Kidding. I'm a fan as well. I'd like to check it out but my RRs are off so either give me a heads up here or shoot me a PM...

[Mark]

haha.. that's the image that came to me first time I saw that title. I think they probably wanted it that way. The Cult came to Houston awhile back, I wanted to go but couldn't afford the time off. Would've been an awesome concert I bet. Here's the poem. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Insomnius/960186/

[s y e]

Ah! Music is like my life! I love it, I listen to it wherever I go, I never leave the house without my iPod or my phone. I sit and write and listen to music, and I would love to be a singer - I pretend I can sing - and have a few recordings but too shy to put them on SoundCloud. Ha. This is an awesome write, Son. Mummy loved it.

~ Noodle ~

[Mark]

I wanna hear you sing!!

[s y e]

No way, LOL! You'll end up being deaf!!!!

[Mark]

haha I doubt that. You could send me a PM with you singing one of your Mommie Goose lullabies!

[s y e]

Hahaha, look on Billy Moon then! Or Dummy Van, hahaha!!!

[TL Boehm]

I have been for most of my life a musician wannabe. I also have music going most of the time and am often inspired by songs. Just not on this level, unfortunately. I love the story in this. The thought of abandoning oneself to nature for a night - detoxing from the sterile corporate grind and refreshing our souls. Well penned.

[Mark]

Thanks TL. Music makes life better, like butter when cooking. :)

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

I am always listening to the radio while driving, and much of the time Pandora in the house while I write, do house work, etc. Music has a way of changing/uplifting the mood, and sometimes I also get these sensory experiences. Very nicely described with vivid detail...I get an almost "lucid dream" feeling from this one.

[Mark]

Thanks Sarah. The Cult has a way of edging under my soul and lifting. I wrote another one to the song 'She Sells Sanctuary' once. I like this one better though.

[Mockingbird]

sounds like the perfect escape from the drudgery of every day. we all need a night like this to get back to our selves with no inhibition. great imagery.

[Mark]

Yes, I get cranky if I don't have a dose of nature once in awhile!! Thanks for reading.

[SHEEMA HUQ]

A soul burning furnace, my gosh, such festive witchery!
Your descriptions are very effective, my finger tips are burning with heat as I write this comment! Quite a unique approach and subject matter.

[Mark]

Thank you! I was inspired by the song and my imagination just did its thing. Glad you enjoyed.

[Stella Armour]

the imagery in this is so alive i could melt into it... wow what freedom..it's amazing how a song or a picture can fire our imaginations, loved it mark

[Mark]

Thank you so much Stella :)

[Red Raven]

'nd when our moon is fading
and the sun, again, comes back
We sleep in the tree's shading
and our souls no longer lack.'
- i am in love with the one who penned down this wonderful thoughts. thanks for sharing.i enjoyed reading.

[Mark]

I'm glad you liked it. thanks for reading :)

[dw817]

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This sounds suspiciously like a wiccan ritual. And yes I went to one some years back. Hate to admit I hadda very good time there. :)

[Mark]

Why would you hate to admit that? I think it would be fascinating. Ya, I suppose there are definitely common items between my poem and Wicca, not sure why that would be a bad thing though. Hey, thanks for reading! I really enjoy reading your thoughts. :)

[dw817]

Well - I have mixed feelings. When I went there, people were naked, there was chanting, it's pretty scary stuff when you really get into it.