A Love Song for Spring- Five Minute Poetry

Today’s Five Minute Friday word challenge is on the word Beloved.  I did something a little different today.  Because I have a personal goal of writing poetry again, I use my 5 minutes to write a poem once a week, on these Fridays.  However, today’s word instantly made a memory come to mind.  What I did was get that memory out and write for 5 minutes (or maybe slightly under), and then with the memory I wrote on, a poem was inspired.  I took another 5 to write the poem.  So, you will actually see 2 Five Minute Fridays in one today.  A memory followed by my poem.  Linked at Lisa Jo’s here.

 

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The word beloved immediately takes me back to when I was in the high school choir (probably at age 16 or 17).  We had a wonderful choir and for one of our Spring concerts we sang a choral arrangement of Song of Solomon..complete with a beautiful flutist.  The lyrics come right back to me as if it were yesterday,

“Rise up my love my fair one, and come away!  For Lo, the Winter is past..and the rain is over and gone.  The flowers appear on the earth.  The time of the singing of birds is come.  And the voice of the turtle is heard, in the land.”

And then the part we sang that goes , “I am my beloved’s and he is mine.”  This all comes from the second chapter of Song of Solomon, but at the time I don’t think I knew that.  It was just a beautiful choral arrangement.  Quite a contrast from last weeks thought I had on bare trees of Winter. As I picture myself on the stage with my choir, I picture the earth coming to life, and visions of Spring come to mind.

Stop

 

Today’s poem –Go

A Love Song for Spring:

Beloved voices gathered together in our youth,

Soprano, Alto, Tenor, & Baritone.

Coming together ,

to sing in unity-

One song.

We sang of Spring,

Lilting voices rising,

Singing phrases that mirrored our youth

and the season at hand.

“Rise up my love , my fair one, and come away.

For lo the Winter is past, and the rain is over and gone.”

“rain is over and gone” ….

(soft echoes replying back in baritone voices).

The tone changes as we sing the earth to life-

” The flowers appear on the earth.  The time of the singing of birds is come!

and the voice of the turtle is heard, in the land.”

I see now, what I didn’t see then.

As I experience it,

through different eyes.

The rise and fall of Spring voices in beautiful crescendos,

giving sound to the stirring of earth.

The flutist plays her lilting notes,

As if to coax the flowers and the birds forth-

It is Spring’s symphony personified.

I smile as I feel it in my soul-

the stirring of Spring

and the miracle of God’s creation,

Whilst Soprano voices sing as angels-

” I am my beloved’s and he is mine.”

Stop

©Rebekah Ann Stephenson 2013, weliveinspired.com