Silverlily's Narnia poems
I have a number of Narnia-inspired poems, and some of them are so short I would feel odd giving them their own thread. I thought if Wild Rose could do a multi-poem thread it was probably alright for me too?
Here is the first one. It is a trilogy of haiku for the Star's Daughter.
Daughter of the stars
Leaves the only coast she knows,
Lights her new way home.
Queen of men and beasts
Rules as Seafarer’s right hand,
Far from Silver seas.
Mother of the prince
Doesn’t see who slithers slow
On a Maying day.
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.
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Thanks much, @wild-rose.
“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.
Here comes another...
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
Before golden eyes.
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.
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.
from a reread of Prince Caspian.
"You don't feel like ghosts!"
But in a sense, they were.
Ghosts of half-forgotten history
Sprung up out of legends,
Before a practical, unprepared Dwarf.
Old Narnia is not in the grave,
But only slumbering.
Children summoned are the stirrings
Of the lost Golden Age,
Just as Narnia stirs again within them.
Child so full of wonder,
Do you understand?
Your fathers built your world
On murdered bones.
Seek justice, mercy,
With your frightening power.
The world's ruins whisper
Of a brighter day.
Memories meet the young king's muscle, mettle
He's in fine fettle for a fight
The magic of the past has been in the air all night,
Returning to him his old knowledge, might.
It is indeed a fine kettle
Of fish for the doubting Dwarf,
Coming in ready to teach a child,
And finding a knight's worth.
Chapter 9 (the bear)
Gentle spirit hesitates,
Waits in the face of danger.
Is the monster friend or foe?
How do we know we know?
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.
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@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.
Where Dryads meet the Hope of Glory
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.