{"id":789,"date":"2022-11-14T06:35:23","date_gmt":"2022-11-14T06:35:23","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/anerwelten.lu\/wordpress\/?p=789"},"modified":"2023-05-12T12:46:29","modified_gmt":"2023-05-12T11:46:29","slug":"mere-lusine","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/anerwelten.lu\/wordpress\/mere-lusine\/","title":{"rendered":"M\u00e8re Lusine"},"content":{"rendered":"

(Text by Giulia Barbarossa)<\/strong><\/p>\n

I.<\/strong><\/p>\n

High atop the cliffed grey mountain stone
\nand down below in the Alzette river
\nsat a young maiden, her story well-known,
\nher hair deep golden, and her eyes bright silver.<\/p>\n

Naked, she played in the gloomy green stream
\nas water-moss and seaweed mottled her hair
\nand the cold slice of moonlight enveloped her in its gleam.
\nShe looked up wistfully at the castle in the air.<\/p>\n

Up the Bockfiels she would sometimes tread,
\nhumming a soft melody as she went along.
\nAlways, she came home alone, with a baker\u2019s loaf of bread
\nuntil one day a noble man followed her enchanting song.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

II.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Hand in hand, and clad in white,
\ndripping in colourful cut-glass,
\nthe couple withdrew from the chapel into the dazzling
\ndaylight and walked up to the castle through velvet grass.<\/p>\n

Newly-wed, she barefooted through the halls of Lucilinburhuc
\nand into her bathing chamber she would sneak at early dawn,
\nwhen her husband betrayed her wish for privacy, through the keyhole he looked
\nand, to his shock, a scaly serpent-tail he came upon.<\/p>\n

And so the maiden was bruised by betrayal,
\nas she sank through the bathtub and into the castle floor she fled,
\nforever doomed to hide in the stone\u2019s veil.
\nOnly her stray strands of hair remained, gathering around the drain like a golden thread.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

III.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Every septennial, the serpent-maiden returns
\nto visit her beloved Bockfiels, the castle in the sky no more than a hollow tooth.
\nShe traverses downward, through the Klouschtergaart\u2019s dewy thorns searching
\nfor those that do not fret over her fearsome sooth.<\/p>\n

Her bare feet pitter-patter along the riverbanks of Clausen
\nand slowly make way to the entrance of the Casemates
\nto escape the nightclubs\u2019 many lights \u2013 it must be a thousand!
\nand find someone that will release her of this fate.<\/p>\n

The maiden emerges in the high city, in her ears the cathedral bells drum
\nand to the tune she dances along, spinning in circlets with the Lady of
\nGold. The golden key on her tongue had slowly turned it numb
\nand without brave help, she fears that Luxembourg would sink into the stone as foretold.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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