I was skimming through my poetry folder and ran across this one that I wrote around this time last year thanks to the prompting of my friend Linnea. I hope you dont mind if I post it again: Linnea bit the Sun by Doodleslice 2014-01-16 Linnea bit the Sun in two To feed it to her owlings How they were howling From their hunger for the light Owlzymandius, quick Heedless of the glare Screeched and did declare First hatched am I And stronger too! By right of Eggder I claim the larger piece! And gulped it down his crease. Darkness fell on half the nest Still a shred of Sun was left. Hootelsbeth, smaller, slower Grasped the burning shard Holding it abeak Sister you are weak. A brothers sneer She did not speak Melting fire Held her tongue And filled her mind with light But it could not illuminate Her siblings fate Or penetrate the darkness on his brow. In wonder she stared At the glowing grow Of ten new feathers... Owlzymandius crowned Ten quills bright as gold Aglow yet cold Strong as spears and sharp As if tempered with greed and honed with ambition. Tis a sign Of right divine. All who see shall take the knee and know this realm is mine Come now sister Such a quiet bird Have you no word? Will you not part your beak And speak your love to Your brother, king and master? Hootelsbeth held The shard of Sun Mindful not to scorch her tongue And spoke And her words were strong Though her beak was still And her mind was free To test her brothers will. Fly upon your quest But do not rest you will grasp but will not hold Shadow! You are not bold Battles of deceit youll win But their comfort will be thin And your heart will wither in the darkness of your wake Sister you defy me? Silent once, but now decry me? Menace filled his voice Think upon your choice Darling sibling You ruffle my plume I speak only truth No better, no worse My verse is my shield I will not yield And what meager light I may spread Shall root in warm hearts Blossoming light Inner vessels burning with fire That your shadows cannot quench Owlzymandius wings were terrible things Spreading darkness As he rose from their hatchling home Hootelsbeth tears Cooled her cheek not her fears Nor the fire She held in her beak And Linnea came to the nest Gave the owl-child comfort and rest And dreams of bell flowers And a power to restore for Her ordeal had been sore And soon would be more In the coolness of night Hootelsbeth woke without fright Almost dropping the ember Of Sun she remembered And Linnea smiled Its time my child From this nest you must rise and follow in his festering wake Love, Hope and Truth you will take Born of terrible choice Trust the fire of your voice And fly. ___
Posted on: Tue, 20 Jan 2015 23:03:55 +0000
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