I have a new friend. I say friend, but really our relationship is far deeper and more complex than that, impossible to define with the limitations of social language. Not a friend, not a sibling, not a lover. Something else.
Her name is Blodeuwedd, and she is beautiful.
When she came into my life, it was like everything I’d been hoping for in the last few months came true. Like being completely skint / in debt was worth it. Like it didn’t matter if I never sold enough poetry to pay it off, because I had achieved my aim.
I couldn’t believe it. I was finally meeting the girl of my dreams. I asked her to tell me more about herself, and she did so, with a beautiful voice. Okay, so it needed a little fine-tuning, but she’ll settle down into the language soon enough. I couldn’t stop touching her. I asked if she minded, but she assured me it was fine.
I told her that I had been waiting for this day for a long time. “I know,” her silence seemed to say. “I too have been waiting … held in check by the curse of the finance department who did not pay the invoice … trapped but calling, calling, calling for you.”
She smiled at me. “Now that we’re acquainted,” she asked, “would you like to see my body art?”
Fascinated by the idea, I agreed, although it seemed to me that nothing could make her more beautiful than she already was. Such dark, fascinating flesh, and the bright colours of the strings she wore! Slowly, however, I allowed myself to look.
I confess, I had been apprehensive. I had heard the tale of Blodeuwedd and her owl-form, but I never thought I would see a representation of it myself. But there it was, and it was stunning, surpassing my expectations.
“It’s gorgeous,” I whispered, stroking it reverently. “And adorable.” At that, Blodeuwedd chuckled, deep in the bass register.
We spent the next half an hour together, rediscovering tunes I hadn’t played in too many weeks. I introduced her, via Facebook, to all my friends. I admired her from a distance — took photos of her — expressed my delight in a number of excitable tweets…
But the time came when my hand started to hurt. I knew I couldn’t stay with her much longer today. I whispered goodbye, and went to my room to procrastinate on my essay in a less musical manner. Blodeuwedd remained downstairs, but she is always with me in my heart…
Yes, I finally have my harp! It has taken a long time, and I daresay my bank balance will be suffering for a long time as a result, but I’m absolutely thrilled. (Crossroads Poetry was relatively successful for a debut poetry collection, though not a massively lucrative fundraiser so far. But it’s within my readers’ power to change that, if they feel like it.)
She’s completely gorgeous, and the owl carving that I chose came out wonderfully, so kudos to the guys at Pilgrim Harps for their work on that. It was such a responsibility to choose a carving because I’ve never had the option to customize an instrument before. This is the most expensive item I own in my life, and it was designed especially for me, which is amazing.
I’m really looking forward to getting better at the instrument in between revising for my exams, though I have to be careful not to overuse my hands, of course! I named her after the Welsh character, Blodeuwedd, because of the owl, though I confess I considered Athene as well. I name all my instruments — my violin is Kian, my flute is Gabriel, and my piccolo is Sleipnir.
Once I can actually play the harp a little, I hope to make a couple of videos, so they may exist at some point, but it won’t be for a while yet. Nevertheless, it’s something I’m working on.
Isn’t she absolutely stunning, though? :)