FlyHigh

Fly High

The first poem I want to share with you is a #metoo song I wrote back in 1996 when I was living in Cusco, Peru, called ‘Fly High’.

Whilst volunteering at an orphanage, working with children who had suffered so much trauma, my own inner Maiden began to process the abuse she had endured, and I wrote this song for her.

This time last year on Candelora (2 Feb), my inner Maiden was moved to tears when I heard my daughter @sophia_cdb singing the words of my song.

She had found them in my book The Serpent’s Tale, which begins on the night of Candelora, and sung them to a melody that was almost identical to my original one.

You can watch her singing it HERE with our little wolf Chaska – Star Goddess in Quechua.

As we approach this time of Imbolc and Candelora, may this song bring Bridie’s healing to every child and adult survivor of abuse. May we all learn to fly high.

Blessed be to the children
Annabel Du Boulay

Fly High

See that young girl,
The unfastened dress,
With her lips bloodied red
And her hair a mess?

I run with her
To the mountain peak
To escape the evil,
The violent and weak.

Climb out of the valley of darkness,
The shadows can only bring pain.
In the skies, you will find a healing light
Where the fear of his touch will wane.

Fly high on the wings of a raven
As it soars over your earthly fears,
Take me with you on the winds of change
To where the sun dries our tears.

See that woman,
A whore and a nun,
With her lips rouged brightly
Hair tight in a bun?

I walk with her
Through my dreams at night,
And pray that he’ll leave us
Alone in the light.

Song copyright Annabel Du Boulay 1996
Arrangement copyright Sophia Campbell-Du Boulay 2020