Poetry collection

[corncobman]

Pg 697

Don't Be Depressed, Smile Under Duress...

A positive light,
The wait she forgives.
Yes, he was right,
Mister positive.

Progress be made,
On the road wet.
Sadness displayed,
Scout with regret.

She's not worried.
No siree, no!
Cousin Tuuri,
A brave smile shows.

Don't make that face,
When around her.
With a smile replace,
Using two fingers...

[corncobman]

Pg 698

Need Another Service, A Body Repurposed

Through snow and rain,
An unhealthy sounding din.
With stress and strain,
Bang! Goes the engine.

It's again left to her,
Toils, the skald machinist.
Repairs shortly recur,
She lets the journey persist.

Behind, meanwhile,
In their tracked wakes.
A corporeal body vile,
The spirit again takes.

On course to be
There in a few days.
If they can escape the
Giant creature soon raised.

They're on the radio,
With the crew at base land.
Torbjörn'd like to know,
What treatment to grant.

Needing only quarantine,
A rather optimistic bluff.
If there are changes in between,
They will know soon enough...

[corncobman]

Pg 699

Feeling Crabby, Sudden Grabby

Mage Icelandic
Goes about for a stroll.
Looking a tad anaemic,
Heavy thoughts taken toll.

Entering the cabin,
Where Swede and scout eat.
Does he want somethin'?
No words, nor even a greet.

Lalli his gaze averts,
In the tension ensuing.
Emil forced to be curt,
While the dog-mage is stewing.

Could he just leave,
Or his thoughts just disclose?
He's sufficiently aggrieved,
To suddenly grab Lalli's clothes...

[corncobman]

Pg 700

From Depression To Aggression

Out Reynir bawls,
Up in Lalli's face.
Hear his caterwauls,
Frustrated head-case.

How can they just sit?
How can they not go mad?
Sounds like he lost it.
Slap the hysterical lad!

On his helplessness,
Reynir rants and raves.
Even so, nonetheless,
That's no way to behave.

Hitting a wall,
Looking for the woman.
They are after all,
Trying the best they can.

Neglecting the fact,
There's a language barrier,
Such an aggressive act
With a complex inferior?

In his grasp firmly locked,
Only seeing the red mist.
Recovering from the shock,
The cat only bites his wrist.

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Pg 701

Calming Talks, After He Got Boxed

Away Reynir backed,
The wrist bite he's feeling.
Suddenly he's thwhacked,
A punch sends him reeling.

Now staring in shock,
The puncher and receiver.
This almighty sock,
Cured Reynir's cabin fever.

Even the Finnish scout cat,
Is surprised by the hit.
Twice a victim begat,
Reynir forced to submit.

Senses therefore regained,
By this violent act.
He says not to get insane,
But only after the fact.

[corncobman]

Pg 702

Pitiful Guy, Siiiiiiiiiigh...

In the aftermath,
Lalli averts his gaze.
After the wrath,
Only shameful displays.

Embarrassment visible,
Reynir's head hung.
Feeling pitiful,
The Icelandic man young.

Seeing his distress,
Lalli sighs long and hard.
Must converse nonetheless,
With the facially scarred.

Reynir he shepherds to
Tuuri, for she's needed again.
He needs to have words
With the man with no brain.

[corncobman]

Pg 703



Still Brain-Dead, Poke In The Head

Which one exactly?
That net is quite wide...
Really stupid is he,
What Lalli replied.

He's stupid and tall,
That narrows it down.
"Hi Reynir!" through the wall.
His height is renowned!

Mikkel looks over his shoulder,
As they prepare to converse.
How is the mage older?
Well, his condition's not worse...

He's tended by a medic,
Every morning, he's checked.
Physically Onni isn't sick,
But he's mentally wrecked.

He's out, the poor sod,
In the dreamland beyond.
It's in the hands of the gods,
Whether he'll actually respond.

His consciousness displaced,
Unresponsive, unawoken.
Into his sleeping face,
A single finger, a pokin'.

[corncobman]

Pg 704

Dead Babysitter? Cat Embittered

The three children wary,
Staring at Onni's bed.
Shouldn't they bury
The babysitter who's dead?

"Get out all of you!"
Is the angry mother's call.
The man won't come to...
He's just tired, that's all.

Perhaps mum is scared
To just leave them alone.
Whoever's in their care,
Will be more injury prone?

Before they all exit,
Against their loath wills.
Put near Onni to sit,
The cat none too thrilled?

[corncobman]

Pg 705

Can't Help Braid, I'm Afraid

Onni lying stressless,
Still he's unstirred.
Cat lying, expresses
Only sounds of prh's.

Meanwhile explaining,
She said Lalli don't know.
His face maintaining
Sternness, brows furrowed.

No place nor lady,
Spiritual or ancient.
So beside the braidy,
Lalli grows ever impatient.

Everyone says as much,
It is as he thought.
Help the scout cannot,
So why'd he behave as such?

Perhaps can Tuuri
Give Reynir some aid.
"You can't help me."
No, he's afraid...

[corncobman]

Pg 706

Head's A Mess, I Guess

Helplessness and ennui spread,
Traveller now disinclined.
Sighs and bangs his fair head,
Though he says that it's fine.

She knows that he requires,
To have a good heart to heart.
When he's not in sadness mired,
Perhaps tomorrow, a fresh start.

As the sun dips in their midsts,
She says "Sooo...your sad, huh?"
To the skald turned psychiatrist,
Will he say what's the matter?

[corncobman]

Pg 707

On A Guilt Trip, Did He Let Slip?

An odd sight for sure,
It's a first for him.
The Icelandic immature,
Usually on a whim.

These feelings new,
Don't know what to think.
Like a lonelier view,
In new depths to sink.

Such a weird skill,
That they could converse.
She can say nil,
While Onni's coma cursed.

The injury they hid,
Did Reynir say?
If told him he did,
There'd be hell to pay.

[corncobman]

Pg 708

Regret Feels He, Does She? Not Really...

"Good. That's Good." says she,
The unknown Onni hates.
When there's no uncertainty,
It may well be too late...

"This is better." she says,
To leave him in the dark.
A new question is raised,
How is she, whom monster marked?

How is she not more desperate,
Or no more horrified?
How he wishes he heeded that,
When they said don't go outside.

His regrets and doubts numbing,
His thoughts bleak and eerie.
She still doesn't regret coming,
Optimistic and cheery.

[corncobman]

Pg 709

Opportunity Presented, Brother Tormented

It's been her dream,
To outside lands roam.
She jumped at the scheme,
In leaving her home.

Adventures called,
A little child wished.
Ever since she was small,
Never diminished.

For travelling aching,
As her wanderlust grew.
If this chance not taken,
Might have left with no crew...

Staring out past the seas,
With wonder, not dissuaded.
What more sights than these?
A flashback to child braided.

[corncobman]

Pg 710

My Rules You Abide, Grandma Chides

Only those immune,
Could leave town freely.
From their commune,
Only Grandma and Lalli.

One of the first mages,
Often leaving home island.
To make troll engagements,
Soon taking Lalli, lucky man.

Reaching for the rifle,
Look, but don't touch!
It is not a trifle,
Playing with guns is too much.

Any action he'll not make,
Without permission explicit.
If he makes a mistake,
This party he will exit.

She makes her lesson stern,
As they push off from the pier.
Watching them Tuuri yearns,
To be able to leave here...

[corncobman]

Pg 711

Idea Derailed, Cousin Tell-tale

Tuuri has thoughts,
Of sneaking on boats.
A secret trip ought,
To be boredom's antidote.

"What?" Onni questions,
It's appalling, is that!
She'd not make the suggestion.
If she knew how he'd react...

Does she not realise,
What could happen to us?
A foolhardy exercise,
To the mage cantankerous.

He'll turn tattle-tale,
Telling their parents he'd be.
Her scheme would not fail,
If not for piss-head Onni!

[corncobman]

Pg 712

He Does Not Trust, But Tuuri Must

Why'd he have to be
Such a big coward?
Thus sulking Tuuri,
Her mood now soured.

Onni knows enough
To be careful, so.
His sister may huff,
But home they must go.

He trusts sister not,
To not do something stupid.
To the capital can be brought,
When she's no longer a kid.

But it's just not the same,
For the wider world hungers.
"You do not!" he exclaims,
Like a raving fear monger.

He can hear the dead voices,
Whereas Tuuri cannot.
It was not the choice of his,
Better trust the man fraught.