Come, Tie Your Life Away

Munlochy Clootie Well
Munlochy Clootie Well. Image my own.

Come, tie your life away with me

At the Clootie Well

We’ll wander through the forest

Leaving no footprints to trace our spell.

Bring that frayed ribbon from your hair,

And the expensive dresses you never wear.

Soak them in the water, clear and dark

The best consistency to pierce a tender heart.

 

If the well is dry, we can cry instead

All that salt is cleansing, or so it is said.

Am I your sorrow?

Will you speak my name as you tie the knot?

Am I your ghost?

If so, is that the best you’ve got?

 

There’s cloths for Cancer, strokes, and suicide,

Sad thoughts and things daylight cannot abide,

For all the ones that never got to meet,

For last goodbyes, and shoes empty of feet.

These fabric demons, suffocating the trees.

 

Come, tie your life away with me

It will never wither, we will never be free.

Two dripping rags, intertwined

Our love, our curse, too late to mind.

We’ll be forever, amongst nature’s rot

Am I the best heartbreak that you’ve got?

 

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Amelia Starling is a writer and folklorist. She graduated from the University of Winchester with a degree in Creative Writing, and is Senior Editor for Folklore Thursday. She loves travelling and collecting stories, and spent 15 months living in Japan doing this alongside teaching English. Currently she is studying for a masters degree in Ethnology & Folklore at the University of Aberdeen. Amelia blogs about folklore and fairy tales at The Willow Web. You can follow her on Twitter @amyelize.

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