Posts Tagged with *poetic

Peace and harmony to you good people of earth. Here the squabbles between weefolk (be they halflings or dwarves) are quite grating at the moment. I could either catch up with the dwarves in their drinking or catch up with my usual in coffee. Not sure which it will be. For now, I'll just continue where I left off last time. Fare well. -Pen

I crawled unto
An old lean-to,
Collapsed, and slept the night.
When I awoke,
She rose and spoke.
Her form, it danced with light.
For words I strained,
But she explained
That otherwise she might
Have left me there
In need of care.
“…But wasting tea ain’t right.”

I laughed. It hurt.
(Though cold and curt,
She’d overlooked her smile.)
As strength returned
We spoke. I learned
Survival on the isle.
The ranger life,
The strange wildlife,
It took me quite a while.
The life I knew,
But in that- zoo
I was so infantile.

With handmade tools
We worked the cools,
The bookends of each day.
And in between
She spoke with me.
But e’er the local way.
Turns out she’d wrung
My native tongue
From me back many days.

She'd spied! I flushed
Red mad, then blushed
At times I’d cried (inside!).
But strangers were
A threat to her.
Her people always hide.

A good day and fair weather to you. Here the rain drops in a rhythm exactly like you'd expect if a giant were relieving himself on the trees. The thought does kind of put a damper on the local pleasant coolness. No harm in sharing it with you though, I figure.

Anyway, I'm writing to continue where I left off last time. Enjoy. -Pen

From piracy
To gathering
Me herbs and hunting game.
Alone. No need
To write or speak.
I did both just the same.
Then on a gale,
Faint whispers sailed,
And daily that mail came.

So I'd return
To hear and learn
And bathe in fallen rain.
Their tongue was hard
But I pressed on
(It also kept me sane.)
Besides the cleanse
And distant friends
My efforts seemed a waste.
𝘖𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴!
(Potato chips.)
(That’s how they’d always taste.)

Soon I grew sick
And it did stick.
I writhed incessantly.
The end I feared.
Then she appeared
With aromatic tea.
“So was I left
Alone bereft
For your jocosity?”
“Refuse and die
Or swallow pride.
Now which one will it be?”
Accept I did,
And then she bid
Adieu and flew from me!

Greetings and good times, everyone. Always a pleasure to write the fair-minded and good-hearted folk of your world. As for them other guys, well, they can ignore me. Seriously, it's like God spared your world trolls and gave it politicians instead. I shiver at the thought. Terra remains a good place to visit. I'm not moving there until the Risen returns.

Anyway, we're doing well over here. On-going projects continue, surveying the realm and further establishing our settlement. Dear Gryph gets older, but he's feeling well. We hope to go on a joy flight here in the next couple days. BUT there is some grand news! I'll wait until things develop a bit to say much more, but- ok fine. I found the island! I know! And it is HUGE. No. I'll have to elaborate later. There's too much.

All of that is what's going on right now. I started these ethereal letters to leave an account of (mainly) past adventures (in an enduring place safe from the eyes of my realm). So, anyway, I'll begin an attempt* just here below.

From milk to wine to life divine
And now I drink all three
But never did
I ever get
So low as to drink tea

Until one day
The winds held sway
Upon our company.
They broke the mast
And nearly cast
Us all into the sea.

In calmer days
The ocean swayed.
The moon danced on the sea.
But then he waxed,
And none relaxed.
She ravaged everything.

And in those throws
Of love’s embrace
Or of a lovers' quarrel,
The ship grew cracks,
And we wetbacks
Went swimming with the coral.

Ok I'll leave it there for now. I should go settle a quarrel between two halflings in the camp. Soon, I hope to visit and verify that my terran guy is getting these letters posted in a timely manner. If not, blame him, not me. 😉

Fare well,
Penjammin

*Based on a significantly true story