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The Song of Dalsarion: Eight
7 A town we pass through, where my mind has wandered with my eyes, I point out a circle of charred stones. And Mithril, ‘Aye,’ ruins of the old-city guild, he says. Standing there in place where once their proud city- father’s hall had stood. In the very olden days, cities came together, it seemed […]
Friday Poetry: Seasons
11/11/2011
The season of smoke is upon us— But then, aren’t they all of smoke? The baked pollen of Australian flowers Give us the quite different smell of bush. Our ‘Spring’ less torqued than, bright- Eyed iris tightened by freshened glare. My childhood winters played with A wood-stoked fire behind sooted glass. And what about the […]
Two Brief Moments
10/11/2011
Untitled Tea Making myself, and burning bone to cast china cups, drinking the tea for the love of it. Scrawling messages in pale clay for under- neath the mulch of leaves. Even if it’s only I who will read my future at the end of it. (Thanks to the Ben Zabbia Band for inspiration.) […]
The Song of Dalsarion: Seven
09/11/2011
‘You enjoy telling that one I can tell.’ I claimed. ‘Well of course I do, you should only tell those stories you’d like to hear and how you’d like to hear them! Let me hear no accusations of self-indulgence, if I cackle heartily with my telling, it is my time, and worthy spent. I can […]
The Song of Dalsarion: Six
08/11/2011
4 ‘So what did you speak of?’ I asked. Later that day. ‘To my brother’s daughter, the future kingdom’s keeper?’ He asked. ‘Yes.’ I blushed. He smiled. ‘Do not answer me with such down-castness boy. ‘Did we speak of you?’ You must ask. And yes, we did so.’ ‘Then what did you say?’ Tell me! […]
The Song of Dalsarion: Five
07/11/2011
A coach came, flourishing the dust from the ground. Our feet, and the horses hooves, had been too few enough to let our passing escape a dust-cloud’s notice. And the farmers here, surrounding, would never have paid that road much notice, not while the summer’s Sun, responsible for these dry-banks—where winter would make us a […]
The Song of Dalsarion: Four
04/11/2011
‘My father,’ to laugh at this. ‘He is an instrument maker. Though sometimes, when pressed he sung to people, out-with his tune.” ‘Badly I take it?’ He made me feel as a small child wandering down lost, narrow roads. And forever would—he made me mapless. ‘No. Not really. He taught me to sing.’ ‘And you […]
The Song of Dalsarion: Three
03/11/2011
2 As the deer Sun, starting her daily discipline denied for herself that repast at the shores of night. She in her searching, rose. There-in doing so, raising us all. Begun those muttered and lilting lines that the birds would continue throughout that day. As always, and a little behind the tune, Dalsarion awoke. ~~~~~ […]
The Song of Dalsarion: Two
02/11/2011
They were all very silent, still, as Dalis eased himself back to the uncertain ground. He looked at them, tried to meet their faces. Though they would not meet him, one for one they would meet each other’s look. What would they say to that? Then quietly and from the back, one hand was held […]
The Song of Dalsarion: One
01/11/2011
“’Now I’ll tell the story of Young Hero Sir Dalis, and of the time he beat the One-Hundred Goblin Horde with but One-Thousand Words. Alone. Now Sir Dalis was a fair lad, and he quested in Golden armour for the Singing Golden Bough, with his Golden sword. In these travels he made, Young Hero Sir […]
Kandace Mavrick
Paul McLaughlan
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12/11/2011
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