Sunday, 22 September 2013

Poetry Corner #10: Jordevan Folk Tale 2

Hello, sorry for the lack of poetry corner last week, it was supposed to be Jordevan Folk Tale number 1, but it eventually contained too many plot reveals for a book no-one will probably ever read. So have the 2nd lyrical folk tale produced for one of my many fictional worlds, which is significantly less spoilery. If only the widely accepted story of our creation was so succinct and passive. (Don't worry, Jordevan has its fair share of nuts religions) ((Next weeks poem: Clubbing!)) (((This weeks article: Dogging!)))

Jordevan: pronounced Yore Dah Varn

How did Jordevan come to be?
Asked the man, straight to the sky
Was there land, or always sea?
He was told the answer, but had to die

So we do not know
what came before,
Except the snow
and the boar.

The boar long gone, the snow kept at bay.
By the Evernorth wind, blowing night and day
only the sea, and shattered land remain.
Inability to conquer, their eternal shame

They say that magik raised the mountains
Spoken in tongues men no longer speak
and magik was gifted from the fountains.
From the gods, to the weak.

For somewhere there is a vast sea of land
Where every man has his own farm hand
We will never want, we will always sow
We will have this place when the right winds blow.

12 comments:

  1. I tried to find this book on the internet and it doesn't seem to exist, which is a shame cos the poem is awesome and makes me want to read the book. Is it all a figment of your imagination, good sir?

    You are raising the poetical bar every week, but my feeble offering this week is the result of a lot of stuff happening. Hope you can relate.

    The Crossroads

    So easy when the road was straight
    No choice to make
    So easy not to feel it's fate
    Which road to take

    But then a crossroads
    Left and right
    Right and wrong
    Then a crossroads
    Short way, long

    How do we steer
    Our way from here?

    The fear and indecision
    Of where life goes
    And the hope that we chose wisely
    When we chose.

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    1. The book is quite literally a figment of my imagination. Check in 10 years, all goes to plan, it'll be there. Sorry for the late reply, I'm back from deaths door =D

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  2. Enjoyed the poem, but..."where every man has his own farm hand"? I'm stupidly feeling sorry for the farm hand guy.

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    1. The paradox I imagine is that, does every farm hand have his own farm hand? Medieval society didn't prepare itself for this one

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  3. Jordevan lead me nowhere, so tried Evernorth wind. FYI there is a country band called North Wind. Where the hell is this book?

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    1. This book is currently 7 chapters on my PC, if anyone else has it, we will be having words.

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  4. It's ironic that you worried about spoilers and noone can find the dam book!

    Was it a dream?

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    1. In my fever state I didn't appear to be that clear on the "book". =/

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  5. This is a very good poem about an imaginary book.

    This is my first attempt at a Haiku (japanese verse of 17 syllables to you):

    The Crush

    You smiled
    An elephant walked through my stomach
    And sat down on my heart.

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    1. I considered doing a Haiku for week 3, but I didn't feel it was substantial enough.

      I must say you've made me rethink the matter though, good show.

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  6. @Aaron. The strange tobacco is no good for you.

    Liked the resulting poem though.

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    1. I was actually in trainspotting-esque rehab, tell no-one

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