What did Scolion inspire?
noun; meaning "An impromptu song
begun by one and continued by others.
A song sung at banquets in ancient Greece.”
begun by one and continued by others.
A song sung at banquets in ancient Greece.”
Oh on the days march,
Like the words of a scolion,
One after another,
Never knowing their path.
Yet tell me a tale,
A tale of your story sir,
Of passion, betrayal,
The course of your wrath.
Tell me of those,
Who buried your bones sir,
Tell me of those,
Who blackened your soul.
What will become,
Of what you've become sir?
How will you live,
Become again whole?
I can hear them from my chambers.
Moving into each other.
Morphing as something never made to blend, but somehow, in this atmosphere, it had learned to spin against. Catching against intonations pulling towards and around. Voices weaving into something less than tune but more than noise. There were connections. There were cries that rose up and out, twisting against the beats from a room away. Two rooms away. Notes from inside or outside the walls. One couldn’t tell anymore where the source had been.
And it was as if the walls did not stand.
For the scolion leaked into and over and under the stone of the structure. Breaking down and through and against every force it encountered. Building up and tearing down. This was person and muse and audience becoming a single force.
This was music. This was a battle yet fought, already won. There were the cries of the champions and the fallen. Those who breathed last, fought hardest, survived towards freedom and
More fighting. But before that came this pause. Before the next battle ground and the next arcing blow. Before the next broken arm from a misheld shield. Before the next spooked horse and thrown King. Before the eyes of a man held the fear of a broken child.
There was this.
Thus, I raised my voice. Twining my hollow whisper unto others’ bravado.
There was this. It could not be taken from me.
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