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wrack and rune
Apr. 19th, 2006 01:12 amFirst day back at work wasn't too bad. We've been given a new set of guidance on handling chemotherapy coding in the new classification, which meant that we could settle a number of queries by saying "go look at the guidance". Of course, given the guidance is very complex, we're just waiting for a new set of queries saying "we do not understand the guidance".
A load of my coworkers went bowling tonight. I didn't. I had a lovely peaceful evening.
I find I'm rereading my older Charlotte Macleod books, the Balaclava University ones. The later ones got a bit too contrived, or even actively nasty, and the Sarah Kelling ones never quite caught me in the same way (except for The Plain Old Man, because it all takes place during a production of The Sorcerer and I have to appreciate that), but the older ones still make me smile.
---
The Iron Shoes
Seven long years I looked for you.
I wore seven pairs of iron shoes.
I ate seven loaves of iron bread.
I climbed seven iron mountains
until I reached this shore.
Here, it is always summer.
Here, the grass is soft underfoot, plums
and peaches fall sweet and ripe
right into our outstretched hands.
We lie at night on sheets edged with lace.
Why is it I cannot sleep?
I lie on the royal pillows,
the wind of your breath rises and falls,
a sliver of moon travels over the hills,
and I wait for sleep to come.
When I dream, I am on that road once more.
I follow a trail of purpose and will,
my legs are strong, and you
my dear are the moon
on the distant horizon.
I know iron. I know its weight. Its taste.
The rise and fall
of black, black hills.
Seven long years I looked for you.
Now I'm lost in this gentle green land.
-- Johnny Clewell
A load of my coworkers went bowling tonight. I didn't. I had a lovely peaceful evening.
I find I'm rereading my older Charlotte Macleod books, the Balaclava University ones. The later ones got a bit too contrived, or even actively nasty, and the Sarah Kelling ones never quite caught me in the same way (except for The Plain Old Man, because it all takes place during a production of The Sorcerer and I have to appreciate that), but the older ones still make me smile.
---
The Iron Shoes
Seven long years I looked for you.
I wore seven pairs of iron shoes.
I ate seven loaves of iron bread.
I climbed seven iron mountains
until I reached this shore.
Here, it is always summer.
Here, the grass is soft underfoot, plums
and peaches fall sweet and ripe
right into our outstretched hands.
We lie at night on sheets edged with lace.
Why is it I cannot sleep?
I lie on the royal pillows,
the wind of your breath rises and falls,
a sliver of moon travels over the hills,
and I wait for sleep to come.
When I dream, I am on that road once more.
I follow a trail of purpose and will,
my legs are strong, and you
my dear are the moon
on the distant horizon.
I know iron. I know its weight. Its taste.
The rise and fall
of black, black hills.
Seven long years I looked for you.
Now I'm lost in this gentle green land.
-- Johnny Clewell
