Goat Song for Spring

Here’s a new poem for Spring, for the Year of the Wood Goat (MY sign!) and for all of us who have “come back to laughter.”

Goat Song
Goat-skipping down I come
ringing my chime of bells –

gold-eyed goat-fool, ancient
madwoman, blind eyes blue with sky.

Bell-spilled from snowtop
through lupine and buttercup and gold-throat lilies
whuffling snow-smell noisy as a horse.

Narrow hooves clatter me straight up-boulder
and I kick heels for nothing but fun, buck bell-spangles

into icy mineral-scented air.

When I was a child I lived in trees
swam across mudpuddles, careened
down hills, dizzy as a roundhouse.

I rolled in the backyard tickling
my cousins – giggling, squint-eyed,
rosy with pleasure.

Now I’ve come back to laughter –
late in the day and maybe sun-blinded –
to drown in dirt, galaxies whirling

headlong rolling down
the mountain of my life,

bells clanging, goat-mad.

 

 

 

6 responses to “Goat Song for Spring

  1. Oh! I remember living in trees! Thank you for this! Brought up all those memories of frog-pond wading and hill climbing and never coming inside. Had to take a bath on Saturday night so we’d be clean for church on Sundays, but other than that, I wore the earth all summer long. Beautiful, Ruth. Just made me laugh. And remember…

    • I think being goat-mad blind with sky and wearing the earth again when you’re old is the purpose of life. And laughing!

  2. Wonderful! The joyfulness and the return. You made the goat come alive.

    • Thank you! I’ve always loved them, especially the kids – so cheerful and amused and leaping on and off of everyone.

  3. Ruth! 😀 You posted this on my birthday and I just read it and I LOVE it. I am going to go and visit the Anglo Nubians at the nearby farm soon to celebrate. Your words are beautiful! _Lara

    • Lara, how cool that you are actually going to visit some goats! I hope they have some babies – nothing is happier!

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