Aoede (redux)

See?  I promised I would get the post out today.  I keep my writing promises.


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"So," Rhea said as she flounced in, "let's see this song you've been working on!  I'm dying to read it.  You always used to write nice songs.  And it's been a shame you haven't been doing so lately.  So come on, hand it over."


Jane laughed and walked over to the kitchen.  "Would you like something to drink?  I can offer wine or something harder.  Or water, if you prefer that right now."


Rhea shucked off her jacket and hung it up on the coat rack.  "A glass of red wine would be wonderful, if you have any."  She plunked herself down on the love seat in front of the TV and stretched out, groaning.  "Man, things have been so stressful lately.  Which brings me around to... what have you been into that you haven't been writing?  I mean, you used to do it so religiously!"


Taking a bottle from the fridge, Jane sighed.  "I don't know what's gotten into me.  I just haven't been inspired by anything.  It's like the worst form of writer's block.  If I did try to write something, it was like drinking cod liver oil!  It was horrid, or at least I thought it was horrid."  She poured the red into a small wine glass.  "I can't really describe it better than that.  It was the block and then a total lack of desire to write because I didn't want to produce crap.  And no, my musical compositions weren't any better."


Nodding, Rhea accepted the glass from her friend.  "I guess I can understand that.  I've never felt it, but it makes sense."  She sipped it and smiled appreciatively.  "And excellent taste in wine.  NOW!" She straightened up.  "Song lyrics.  I must see them right this instant."


"Well..." Jane hedged, ambling over to the kitchen table and picking up her notebook, "it's not finished.  Far from it.  And don't laugh, either.  These are really just an outline."


"Bah!  Excuses.  Hand it over!"  Jane sighed, but walked back and held out the paper.  Rhea took it, taking another sip from her glass.  She then set her glass on the table and leaned to rest her elbows on her knees.


"The earth quivers
But even in its fear
It cannot hide itself
From the scouring wind and rain
Which strip away the hope of new life


A sweeping expanse of barren earth
A fallow field waiting
For the rain that doesn't come
It's flowers waiting to grow


The field stands waiting
The waters start rising
And the flood waters flow

The distant horizon is an orange haze
Burning with a cleansing fire
Destroying and renewing
Waking the land for the coming water."  Rhea smiled.  "Wow!  I really like it!  This is an awesome start and I really like where it can go.  Lots of symbolism.  But There's a lot more you can do with it."


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So, I finally put all the parts of the song that I wrote into one place.  Feels good to have it organized.  Now I just need to finish the song.  I'll probably describe Rhea in the next post.  I haven't really had a chance to visualize her yet.