Jabberwocky
Frumious Bandersnatch
hello,
I dawned on me while watching an episode of lost that often times my favorite poetry selections comes from the works of fiction that they happen to be bound to. Growing up and even now i feel a connection with a series of books that guided me through troubled times, speaking of lifes' great challenges both seemingly mundane or grandiose. Perhaps you would like to share with me poetry nesseled in the confined of fictions:
here is mine from a book by diane duane called deep wizardry:
Must I accept this Barren Gift?
-learn death, and lose my Mastery?
Then let them know whose blood and breath
will take the Gift and set them free:
whose is the voice and whose the mind
to set at naught the well-sung Game-
when finned Finality arrives
and calls me by my secret Name.
Not old enough to love as yet,
but old enough to die, indeed.
the death-fear bites my throat and heart,
fanged cousin to the Pale One's breed.
But past my fear lies life for all-
perhaps for me: and, past my dread,
past loss of Mastery and life,
the Sea shall yet give up Her dead!
(from the Song of the Twelve)
I dawned on me while watching an episode of lost that often times my favorite poetry selections comes from the works of fiction that they happen to be bound to. Growing up and even now i feel a connection with a series of books that guided me through troubled times, speaking of lifes' great challenges both seemingly mundane or grandiose. Perhaps you would like to share with me poetry nesseled in the confined of fictions:
here is mine from a book by diane duane called deep wizardry:
Must I accept this Barren Gift?
-learn death, and lose my Mastery?
Then let them know whose blood and breath
will take the Gift and set them free:
whose is the voice and whose the mind
to set at naught the well-sung Game-
when finned Finality arrives
and calls me by my secret Name.
Not old enough to love as yet,
but old enough to die, indeed.
the death-fear bites my throat and heart,
fanged cousin to the Pale One's breed.
But past my fear lies life for all-
perhaps for me: and, past my dread,
past loss of Mastery and life,
the Sea shall yet give up Her dead!
(from the Song of the Twelve)
