Up you go
to the scaffold of my shoulders,
where the sea-breeze robes
your face & binds
your eyes like solder.
Swinging low
in the cradle of my elbow,
where my warm breath guides
your growth & shields
your eyes from the hungry wolves.
Little dream swaddled like a child:
if we're forever roving, rived
against the grain,
may there be, then, an open door,
a breathing fire, and dear companions
even the smallest
life can't do without.
Michelle Stodart’s folk music captures hope in melancholy, addressing the transformational aspects of the most challenging times. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 3, 2023
Folk artist Josienne Clarke revisits music from her back catalog, infusing these lonesome songs with a new luminosity and drive. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 18, 2023