that's a beautiful poem, @Silverlily, the ending is a bit sad, of course, as it gives a hint of her sad end. It's been a while since there has been some Narnia poetry on the forum, I'm looking forward to seeing what else you have written.

Thanks much, @wild-rose.

Here's another...

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protection

“They said there was stars’ blood in her veins.”

It was no rumor. That blood defends her son,

Relieves enchantment’s thrall, returns him kindly pains

Of memory, of home and her face and his father,

Of all that is lost or to be won

If by a miracle he should flee, or his lady’s enchantments falter.

Bound by silver and miles of earth,

Battered in soul by poisoned fire,

And schemes of conquest, and the lips of a liar—

Still stars’ blood is proving its worth,

Singing the songs of Eastern light,

And destiny’s dance,

And clean, pure light.  

I think it's been long enough I can post again?

One for Susan.

In a closed wardrobe

There are days when you knock and no door opens.

Sometimes they are more like years.

You rap your knuckles on solid wood,

Calling to a forest that won’t appear.

You wear schoolgirl skirts instead of a crown.

And there are days, my dear,

When you will wonder

If you will ever walk from floorboards to snow.

You’ll be asked to take it sight unseen

That beyond the summer rain

There was winter wind,

And sisters take teatime

Between lost minutes.

We doubters, we can still be saints--

We’ll still find our love and wonder

When the portal gapes,

When we touch life’s scars.  

@Silverlily, I love the sad feel of the poem. It's nostalgic and reminiscing. You have a beautiful way with words and weaving them together in a lyrical way. Great job

@silverlily 

This is a wonderful poem. It expresses the feeling of sadness for Susan so well. Thanks for sharing it.

Thanks folks.

Here comes another...

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Friends of Narnia

My cousin, some days you are

Edmund to Eustace,

Standing by me on the shore

In the gleaming dawn,

Shared stories, shared wonder,

Shared love of a Lion,

Shared shame aimed at

The ass, the traitor,

The ones we have been 

Still transforming

Before golden eyes.

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Some days you are my Reepicheep,

A voice in my ear by the fireside,

Bringing comfort and regaling with stories

When I’m alone and trapped

In this dragon’s body,

In these monster’s jaws 

That will not speak for themselves,

Cannot raise their voice

Except in sand-scribbling.

Yet I half-wait for our ship to sail away.

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Some days I swear

You’re the touch of Aslan.

Peeling me open,

A good freeing pain

I could not complete

With my claws alone.

My dear, you are my undragoning.

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I am glad that other people have written poems about Narnia since there is only a little poetry in the books themselves.  I guess that Lewis himself had mostly given up writing poetry when writing the Narnia books. At one time he had wanted to become a poet, but today he is remembered for his prose. 🙂

These are so well done! Couldn't help but grin at the "mettle-fettle-kettle" pattern in the PC one.

@narnian78 I've been meaning to read some Lewis poetry, actually - got a book marked as to-read on my Goodreads list.

@the-mad-poet Thank ye kindly, it's cool to get input from someone who is themself quite a talented poet. ^_^

...this isn't *quite* a Narnia poem but I think it might be close enough to slide in here? Definitely very heavily Narnian-influenced. A lot of nature-spirits as holy servants of Aslan, some Franciscan creation-as-our-kindred, a touch of reference to the shifting dance of time and space at the end of Perelandra.

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Where Dryads meet the Hope of Glory
4/22/23

Brother River, Sister Tree
Star Cousins singing silver in the sky;
Guardians and little spirits, let it be
We seek our Parent, finding why
We play our part in season's song and dance.
Made for love and wonder, we will roam
Through the strangest fractal tapestry,
Embracing interlinked particularity
Until a new world opens, as if by chance
And every Springtime finds its way back home.