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  • #13288
    Summer De Graffham
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      Hi all, I’ve completed my basic retelling task and have sat on it for a looking time before I pluck up courage to share (inflict lol). It’s written as a performance poem so in my head I can hear where distress or pause , so reading it cos might be a bit clunky. My next problem is how to actually share it as it’s a word document and I can’t see how to add an attachment here…
      The theme is from the angle of how a Taliesin of today might react to our current state of affairs and relationship with our planet. So it’s not a happy read.
      I think it’s going to have to be a cut n paste in comments….?

      #13289
      Summer De Graffham
      Participant

        Now I try to post all I’m getting is error messages…
        Maybe it’s a sign??

        #13292
        Dowrgi
        Participant

          Hi there.

          These boards are a bit tricky in what they allow you to post, link to, copy and paste. I’d advise copying and pasting from plain text in “smaller” chunks. Why not see how that works out?

          Bennathow
          /|\

          #13294
          Summer De Graffham
          Participant

            Ahh ok, so many small sections possibky, thank you…ok
            The tale of Taliesin
            Come hither, let me slip you away
            ‘Neath a lonely hawthorn in the Land of the Fae
            Where the world is younger, our Past their Now
            And a man is measured by the health of his cow.

            Sit you still and listen you good
            For my tale will bring memory and truth to your blood
            Your bones will harden from dust to delight
            Ashes reform into flesh on this night
            For the words that you hear are correct and true
            Hark! I bring the Tale of Taliesin to you!

            In the land of the draig, iced fire and slate teeth
            Rise to the stars, ancient heroes beneath
            Verdent lush growth from sharp Summer rains
            Arwenian prose awed attention gains
            Our tale begins by the mirror of the skies
            Tranquility marred by sea raven`s rough cries
            Light sucking ugliness lending mothers to weep
            But hey! What is this? MY AUDIENCE ASLEEP!
            You cannot sustain your poor focussed attention
            Once devoid of your dammed electronic inventions
            Your minds are dimmed, your intelligence frail
            As you struggle to think your own memory fails
            Your instinct too deep, lack of knowledge is drastic
            All Hazelnut Wisdom is encased in cheap plastic!
            Your Truth is as raw as man`s destiny to deliver
            Ghosts of bards wide eyed weep and shiver
            The price is too high, the risk is too great
            So a Modern Taliesin challenges your hate
            A Political Bard reinvented, reborn
            Some hope that mankind sees Aquarius` new dawn
            If you fail to heed the point of this story
            Mankind will die as too Mother Earth`s glory.

            #13295
            Summer De Graffham
            Participant

              So sit you still and listen you good
              For my tale will bring Memory and Thought to your blood!
              Your bones will harden from dust to delight
              Ashes reform into flesh on this night
              For the words you hear are correct and true
              Taliesin brings Mankind`s Prophecy to you!

              Ceridwen is tired, a hard ridden hag
              As she ponders the plight of her people gone bad
              Light sucking ugliness, souls lost so deep
              Blindness to beauty as Mother Earth weeps
              Our prophecy begins by the mirror of the sky
              Tranquility ruined by Greed`s raucous cry
              Ceridwen peers dismayed and aloof
              She will try to revive humanities Truth
              Gathering about her the spells she will need
              Hate, Envy, Destruction to the cauldron will bleed
              The nature of mankind is a thrice noxious brew
              A self-blinded cadaver in charge of her stew
              For a year and a day to stoke of the fires
              Entertained by tongues of half truths and liars
              A veil of self ignorance obscuring his view
              Mankind did just as he felt he should do
              The flames hard roasted the ice capped potion
              Past gaseous tipping points and tropical oceans
              Corals were bleached, animals were vapourised
              And still the truths from mankind were disguised
              More fuel to the fire, stir thick and good
              There`s money to burn when he runs out of woods!

              Un noticed and small by the cadaver`s feet
              Sits Childhood, a boy still innocent and sweet
              His task is to stir, the blind ego`s shadow
              To mimic and watch passage of Earth to the gallows
              The desolate ruins are his to inherit
              Whilst smiling gladly at his forefathers` merit
              Ignorant to much that once would have been his
              Lost word, lost songs replaced by “business”
              Whispers in the air, the joy of the stars
              Choked out by fumes and fouled by man`s cars
              Smogs and deceits, pandemics and riots
              With mankind at the helm a self centred pilot
              A Pavlov`s response to the microwave “pings”
              The child reaches up to grab plastic things
              A thrice daily delivery of sugar and junk
              Fake foods, additives, his health truly sunk
              A tear from the Sun fell true, fast and clear
              Liquid gold elemental caused the potion to sear
              Molten fury the cauldron`s celestial whiplash
              As scalding drops onto Gwion`s fingers quickly splashed
              Three fine drops of Ceridwen`s spell
              Reducing the last to a toxic residual well
              The cauldron breached as a whale to the stars
              As it escaped from is poison as two broken shards

              #13296
              Summer De Graffham
              Participant

                So sit you still and listen you good here I’ve had to miss out a repeating but tweaked but as the page forum won’t let me post as it’s too similar, sigh…

                Ceridwen is tired, a hard ridden hag
                As she ponders the plight of her people gone bad
                Light sucking ugliness, souls lost so deep
                Blindness to beauty as Mother Earth weeps
                Our prophecy begins by the mirror of the sky
                Tranquility ruined by Greed`s raucous cry
                Ceridwen peers dismayed and aloof
                She will try to revive humanities Truth
                Gathering about her the spells she will need
                Hate, Envy, Destruction to the cauldron will bleed
                The nature of mankind is a thrice noxious brew
                A self-blinded cadaver in charge of her stew
                For a year and a day to stoke of the fires
                Entertained by tongues of half truths and liars
                A veil of self ignorance obscuring his view
                Mankind did just as he felt he should do
                The flames hard roasted the ice capped potion
                Past gaseous tipping points and tropical oceans
                Corals were bleached, animals were vapourised
                And still the truths from mankind were disguised
                More fuel to the fire, stir thick and good
                There`s money to burn when he runs out of woods!

                Un noticed and small by the cadaver`s feet
                Sits Childhood, a boy still innocent and sweet
                His task is to stir, the blind ego`s shadow
                To mimic and watch passage of Earth to the gallows
                The desolate ruins are his to inherit
                Whilst smiling gladly at his forefathers` merit
                Ignorant to much that once would have been his
                Lost word, lost songs replaced by “business”
                Whispers in the air, the joy of the stars
                Choked out by fumes and fouled by man`s cars
                Smogs and deceits, pandemics and riots
                With mankind at the helm a self centred pilot
                A Pavlov`s response to the microwave “pings”
                The child reaches up to grab plastic things
                A thrice daily delivery of sugar and junk
                Fake foods, additives, his health truly sunk
                A tear from the Sun fell true, fast and clear
                Liquid gold elemental caused the potion to sear
                Molten fury the cauldron`s celestial whiplash
                As scalding drops onto Gwion`s fingers quickly splashed
                Three fine drops of Ceridwen`s spell
                Reducing the last to a toxic residual well
                The cauldron breached as a whale to the stars
                As it escaped from is poison as two broken shards

                #13297
                Summer De Graffham
                Participant

                  Deepwater dog diving down to the Dark
                  Snicker snack teeth, then bubbles and bark
                  Her Truth is the fate of fierce backhanded welt
                  As she lay on the bank being skinned for her pelt.

                  Her gaze held; dimming fast her soul done
                  Evaporating away as I leaped for the sun
                  Swap scales for feathers, skylarking flyer
                  I matched Knowledge to Wisdom and Pheonix fire
                  Universe spirals, the playground of Gods
                  Timeless, ancient as tracks of deer trods
                  Singing my joy in an opal glazed skies
                  Wind slicing wings reached etherial highs
                  Eloquent grace I made good my escape
                  Far below earth-man continued to rape
                  Future was Past and Present was Now
                  I saw with my Soul the health of Man`s cow!

                  She is an eagle, she flies from a tether
                  Attached to his arm is a thick glove of leather
                  A toy for amusement, a regal disgrace
                  Queen of the air out of time out of place
                  Whispers of wind as she slices the air
                  Talons miss judge tail by the breath of a hare
                  A dive from the skies pursuit across heather
                  Sweet bee crusted purples, Glorious 12th weather
                  Her Truth is the fate of a shot splitting air
                  Her crime? A raptor…. just being there

                  Her gaze held; dimming with pain,
                  No flying free over grouse moors again
                  Queen of the birds, her predators curse
                  A trophy, a gift lining a gamekeeper`s purse.
                  I hid in plain sight in Lughnasadh corn
                  As inwards my conscience did wail and mourn
                  The wanton destruction of beauty and grace
                  No veil on my eyes. No hidden disgrace
                  Safety in millions of similar clones
                  I relaxed, drew breath, tapped ancestral bones
                  Blood met blood as ash met ashes
                  Spectral memories with new age clashes
                  For I was alone in an ocean of sand
                  What difference could be made with the wave of one`s hand?

                  She was a hen, as black as wet pitch
                  Will I ever be free of this Samhain Witch?
                  Domesticated, oppressed and grossly misused
                  As a hen she is valued by what she produced
                  Scratching the ground but not scratching the Earth
                  Her nails were ragged, sterile children unbirthed
                  A hot sliced half beak to peck at the corn
                  Wing stubs featherless by her side hung forlorn
                  Her Truth is the cries of creatures worldwide
                  Songs mankind suffocates, ignores and denies
                  Her gaze held; she pounced and I dissolved into Wonder
                  Out of Time out of Place, witch’s womb, safe from plunder
                  There I spun in the realms of the free
                  Singing songs of lost Truths, riddling the Sidhe

                  #13298
                  Summer De Graffham
                  Participant

                    Ceridwen was whole, a hag with no strife
                    I, Gwion, grew inside precious new life
                    As the adder and birch shed their treasured rich skin
                    I too shed mine to re-birth from within
                    A shining beacon to be born nine months later
                    Ceridwen`s mood softened, my mother not hater
                    My birth bag of leather enclosing my face
                    Never to drown, as an ark for my race
                    Reborn thrice over, a wielder of fate
                    Taliesin I am! To challenge your hate!
                    Look close to your Truth and the course of your actions
                    Or Earth becomes cauldron and splits into fractions
                    Your noxious brew fuelled by commerce and greed
                    Drives your spurs in the hide of malevolent steeds
                    The light of the world lies dying, untended
                    Whilst your actions make recipes that should never be blended
                    Do not be cadavers, blinded and idle
                    With Plague, Greed and Hunger you should not sidle
                    Should you fail to heed the point of this story
                    Mankind will die as you kill all of Earth`s Glory.

                    #13299
                    Summer De Graffham
                    Participant

                      So sit you still and listen you good
                      For my tale will bring Memory and Thought to your blood!
                      Your bones will harden from dust to delight
                      Ashes reform into flesh on this night
                      For the words you hear are correct and True
                      I, Taliensin deliver Mankind`s prophecy to you!

                      #13300
                      Summer De Graffham
                      Participant

                        More error messages..

                        #13301
                        Summer De Graffham
                        Participant

                          Only a few more lines but it just won’t post…

                          #13304
                          Dowrgi
                          Participant

                            Looks good so far. I think there may be a limit to how many times you can post in a row, anti-spamming measures perhaps(?). See if you can post again after this message …

                            #13305
                            Summer De Graffham
                            Participant

                              For some reason I just can’t post anything related to finishing the poem. Farsical.
                              I give up. Lol

                              #13306
                              Summer De Graffham
                              Participant

                                “Error your reply cannot be created at this time”

                                #13309
                                Beech Nut
                                Participant

                                  Love what I’ve read!

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