"This was a townscape raised in the teeth of cold winds from the east; a city of winding cobbled streets and haughty pillars; a city of dark nights and candlelight, and intellect."--Alexander McCall Smith
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There were few days in my childhood finding me shivering. Those were un-airconditioned times with starched school uniforms wilting by seven a.m. Imagination was my coolant. My two favorite ways of beating the heat were reading novels set in Scotland, or at least the north of England, and lullabies. Lullabies in song or poetry. I still can hear the thrilling opening of Wynken, Blynken, and Nod like an evening prayer. Often when I drift off to sleep I catch the strains of, "Fourteen angels watch do keep." In high school, I accompanied a friend, June Till, whom I later called, "The Songbird of the South." She sang opera arias, hits from musicals, and sentimental Irish favorites such as, "Down by the Salley Gardens." I have listened to many a soprano since but none has moved me as much as June, so aptly named. What I liked best out of all her repetoire, though, was a lullaby: "Sleep, little dream prince of mine." When Sidney was born, it was a natural thing for me to write something similar for her. The 5 syllable pattern is whispered. The chorus (7 syllables) is sung.
8/21/03
Flowers crowd jetties.
Sidney is sleeping,
Dreaming of plum trees.
Peaceful angels cradle thee,
Heart and hand in tender care.
Huskies, tabbies sing goodnight,
Warm hug-locks from gentle bear.
Dreaming of roses,
Sidhe Izzie sleeps.
Fog drifts in the yard.
Peaceful angels cradle thee,
Heart and hand in tender care.
Huskies, tabbies sing goodnight,
Warm hug-locks from gentle bear.
Stars illuminate;
Jetties are dew-clean.
Sidney dreams of swings.
Peaceful angels cradle thee,
Heart and hand in tender care.
Huskies, tabbies sing goodnight,
Warm hug-locks from gentle bear.
Photo Credit: Snazzy Daddy
For your cooling enjoyment, I recommend a Native American verse, "Go to sleep, Little Papoose." It has the combination of lullaby and Far North. Already, just typing this has lowered the heat index here. I hope reading it has for you, too.
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...may dreams of Edinburgh bless and calm you...