{"id":763,"date":"2015-03-23T16:53:07","date_gmt":"2015-03-23T14:53:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.wababbel.de\/christine\/?p=763"},"modified":"2015-03-23T16:53:07","modified_gmt":"2015-03-23T14:53:07","slug":"schafe-6-callas-und-caruso","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/fringillallala.wababbel.de\/?p=763","title":{"rendered":"Schafe (6) Callas und Caruso"},"content":{"rendered":"

Das folgende Pantoum schrieb ich vor ein paar Jahren w\u00e4hrend meines ersten Lyrik Workshops hier. Es ist lang und etwas kitschig, aber nun passt es hierher. <\/p>\n

Der Workshop hiess: Landing in Leitrim. Er richtete sich an Imigranten aus anderen L\u00e4ndern und Counties sowie an zur\u00fcckgekehrte Emigranten. Auch L\u00e4mmer ‚landen‘ beim lambing in Leitrim<\/p>\n

Callas and Caruso – Pantoum<\/p>\n

She needed help to land,
\narrived second after her brother.
\nNeeded a helping hand.
\nShe had got stuck in her mother.<\/p>\n

She arrived second after her brother,
\nthe two of them always cuddled together.
\nShe had got stuck in her mother.
\nHow big and lively both were!<\/p>\n

The two of them cuddled together,
\nor played on their mother\u2019s back.
\nSo big and lively they were,
\nyet there was this lack.<\/p>\n

They played on their mother\u2019s back
\nfor a while longer than that,
\nbut there was this lack
\nof milk in her udder; thus both of them were bottle-fed<\/p>\n

for much longer than that:
\ndidn\u2019t they shout aloud like hell
\nrequesting their bottles to be fed.
\nThey were with all others on the field and did well.<\/p>\n

Didn\u2019t they shout aloud like hell
\nat feeding time every few hours,
\nwhere they were with all others and did well.
\nAnd were called Caruso and Callas.<\/p>\n

Every few hours
\nthey pushed their bottles for flow of milk.
\nCaruso and Callas.
\nAn their soft curly white locks felt like silk.<\/p>\n

They pushed their bottles for flow of milk
\nthen vehemently,
\nwhile their soft curly white locks felt like silk.
\nThey kept that habit and later pushed gently.<\/p>\n

Then vehemently
\nquick they seem to have grown.
\nKept pushing thigh and cheek gently
\nin all those years when they grazed on their own.<\/p>\n

Quickly they seem to have grown
\nfrom playful little lambs into sheep.
\nIn those years when they grazed on their own
\ntheir trust was deep.<\/p>\n

Playful little lambs had become sheep.
\nThat expectant expression in Callas\u2019 amber eyes.
\nHer trust was deep.
\nShe knew I wouldn\u2019t deny.<\/p>\n

That expression in her amber eyes,
\ncalling upon mine for extra feed.
\nHer tender muzzle wasn\u2019t denied
\nto search my pocket for what was in it.<\/p>\n

A portion of extra feed
\nwas always there for her
\nwhen she searched my pocket for what was in it.
\nCaruso and Callas were<\/p>\n

for many years always there,
\nshe with the ewes and he with the rams.
\nCaruso and Callas were
\nseparated as older lambs.<\/p>\n

She then grazed with the ewes, and he with the rams,
\nthey wouldn\u2019t cuddle together,
\nwere separated when they still were lambs,
\nbut were happy and lively ever.<\/p>\n

They do not now cuddle together,
\nboth have left shepherds and flocks,
\nnot lively anymore forever.
\nThey had beautiful white silky locks.<\/p>\n

They since have left shepherds and flocks.
\nHad trusted their shepherds\u2019 hands.
\nHad beautiful white silky locks.
\nShe had needed my hands to land.<\/p>\n

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Das folgende Pantoum schrieb ich vor ein paar Jahren w\u00e4hrend meines ersten Lyrik Workshops hier. Es ist lang und etwas kitschig, aber nun passt es hierher. Der Workshop hiess: Landing in Leitrim. Er richtete sich an Imigranten aus anderen L\u00e4ndern und Counties sowie an zur\u00fcckgekehrte Emigranten. Auch L\u00e4mmer ‚landen‘ beim lambing in Leitrim Callas and … Schafe (6) Callas und Caruso<\/span> weiterlesen<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":24,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-763","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/fringillallala.wababbel.de\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/763","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/fringillallala.wababbel.de\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/fringillallala.wababbel.de\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/fringillallala.wababbel.de\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/24"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/fringillallala.wababbel.de\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=763"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/fringillallala.wababbel.de\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/763\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":774,"href":"https:\/\/fringillallala.wababbel.de\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/763\/revisions\/774"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/fringillallala.wababbel.de\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=763"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/fringillallala.wababbel.de\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=763"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/fringillallala.wababbel.de\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=763"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}