An UnSeelie Queen

Just a dark and whimsical thing I'm playing around with. There are a few places I think need some serious changes, but eh, I'm fairly pleased with it thus far. Aikido tomorrow?! Maybe?

I

a fairy hand in hand
brought me to distant land
through hedge and maze
she enchanted me to dulling haze

but when i arrived i was to find
no glimmering hills and silver mines
on me she was to place a curse
bind me in chains of eternal thirst

this fey of old, a witch truth be told
my pleas were in vain to this faery bold
cruel I thought this effigy to be
little did i know what more was for me

looking me eye to eye her enchanted
words that sang like the lost romantic
"I've saved you little child,
plucked you from city roads,
to our magical land of wild.
The worlds more full of weeping,
but you shall come to understand,
forever you'll walk our wondrous land."
And with that I stopped my squeaking.

II

Ages past dark and fast
I, and my fey mistress one at last
No longer did I protest
Even though she, I did detest
But shadowed had my heart grown
no weeping felt I for snatched bone
of lost children astray in escape.

Most across the darkened moor
left in haunting from ancient war
fell entrapped to muddy flat
till swamp beasts found them,
made them snack

Some did make it to the loch
The one full of hunger and lacking a dock
Tempted and frantic they jump in
and it's true, some reach the end
but most find Churan lurking in bubble
and their feet he'll grab, then comes trouble
for if he hungers, they'll sink without struggle
those lucky few, who avoid such a view
are only met with more bad news.

For across the water lay further horror
there stands the hedge itself: road to tomorrow
but you see, and listen my friend:
a maze of sorrow and though no beast lurks within
Each briar and thorn full of confusion and scorn
a prick or a scratch and your world will be torn

the will to go on will slip and will slide
soon you'll grow sleepy, first body, then mind,
and without thought, your journey will halt
as you slump down; down against verdant stalk
there you will stay, for forever and a day
sleeping there peacefully, dreaming your life away
Pleasant dreams will of course be yours
But one day the sleep will be gone
and you'll be left with wrinkled face and aching bone

Remember nothing of time gone past
wander the maze a hobbling, stuttering mass
Unless you return to your fairy queen
there she'll take you back and dust off the vines
invite you to dinner and offer some wine

And you'll love her forever
for forgiving your fate
only to discover a bit too late
she's laid you upon a silver streaked plate

jason

Greatest poem evar.

Today I got a new car
And it is fucking
great.

Look, I even used enjambment on that one!

Ho, ho, ho.

-jsn

Ow my head hurts.

I have a wicked headache right now. What's with that? I totally cracked out on Dark Age of Camelot for multiple days in a row. It was wonderful! Right, so classes start back soon, real excited about that. So...totally...excited. I miss Aikido a lot. I haven't trained in a while now and I wonder just how bad I've gotten in the down time. I don't suspect that badly, but who knows?

I long for the days gone past.

There's an unfamiliar face that stares at itself
That wonders why it is and why it looks this way
For it seems with every glance, somethings changed unannounced
And behind this aging facade remains a child longing to play
To recall days since past in youthful ignorance
Of lounged summers, and class filled winters
When we were all still friends, before the splinter
And I think to you, it must be a mystery
The reasons I lament, and dwell upon history
As your separate ways came calling I alone kept touch with each
I stayed the same, the center link.
And I watched you all grow, from child to adult
Somewhere along the way forgetting I too grew up
Though often it seems my journey is at an end
I know the truth: no rest this soon, it's just pretend
So once more, a final time, I think, I send you my love
That upon a day, when you've withered away
I kept the memories alive, and if you'd like I can take you for a ride
With a story or perhaps a rhyme
So that you can remember that magical time
Before you went away
And brought a sadder day.

-jsn

Freedom!

Omg, finals are done and once again I prove to myself what a mediocre student I am. Go me! So I have like 20 days or something like that until my summer classes start (go go Victorian Novels?) Ugh yeah. I think that class starts with Jane Eyre and has six other books, all in a nine week course. It's definitely going to suck and it's not my only one. Ahem, back on topic, 20 days of absolute freedom with no obligations. The smart me says hey take this opportunity to read some of those books you never got around to and the real me says PLAY DARK AGE OF CAMELOT. Yeah we'll see how that turns out. I've written nothing but junk lately, so nothing to post I'm afraid.

Cool quote though,

"Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal; bad poets deface what they take, and good poets make it into something better, or at least something different."

T.S. Eliot said that one.

jsn