Poetry collection

[corncobman]

Pg 514

No Fawning In The Dawning

An outstretched hand,
To the light meeting.
Those adoring fans,
Only a dream fleeting.

There was no rejoice grand,
Or any pleasant greeting.
For the thin running man,
No others well treating.

Light almost blinded,
With his arm in the air.
Again he's resigned.
His thoughts are laid bare.

His joy was misaligned.
He was never there.
It was all in his mind.
He can just wordlessly stare.

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Pg 515

Faint Cough, But He's Blown Off

Lalli looks round,
No sign of the rest,
No comfort found,
He gets up and gets dressed.

No heaping of praise,
No buddy best.
Been asleep for days,
But no acceptance lest.

He approaches the door,
Faint voices are heard.
He takes to the floor,
Must have flattering words!

Not for him they adore,
This is rather absurd.
He's top cat no more,
All attention to the furred.

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Page 516

No Acclaim, Choosing Names

Smells of food sniffed,
He sees Mikkel cook slop.
He looks quite miffed,
As he stalks off in a strop.

He's told not to stray far,
But the language gap still exists.
He bids them 'au revoir',
Will the scout be missed?

With a face like thunder,
He heads out to the woods.
One can't help but wonder,
At their carefree attitude.

While the rest debate names,
Lalli feels melancholy.
It's indeed such a shame,
The others are in such folly.

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Pg 517

They're In Luck, Scout Unstuck

Food ready to dispense,
Holding up his spoon.
Mikkel asks "To Odense?",
Before the next moon.

Before they can get far,
They need their scout cat.
By their lucky stars,
Would you look at that!

Tuuri lets the kitty down,

Leaving prints in a trail.

The world is its playground,

Bounding off, it high-tails.


The leader and the doc,
Discuss the lay of the land.
But the man in the smock,
Doesn't know much offhand.

Sound easy, pretty good,
Testing out the rough spots.
She says that they should,
He says they should not.

Lalli meanwhile is moody still.
Feeling down, he's looking away.
Solitude felt, bitterness filled.
Until, someone calls to him: "Hey."

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Pg 518

Splak! Snack Attack!

With two full bowls,
Emil approached.
He won't be consoled,
Not beyond reproach!

Without a care,
Flapping his lips.
Into his hair,
His bowl does a flip.

Stands there in shock,
With no idea why.
Soup in his locks,
Coat in brown dyed.

Finnish mage spurning,
For eating no mood.
The Swede returning,
Again covered in food.

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Pg 519

Hair Messiness, Ignorance Bliss

Sigrun requests Tuuri
To herd her scout cousin.
While Emil still dirty,
Cleans the food he's soaked in.

Attempting a deflection,
He insults Reynir's hair.
Ignorance his protection.
He's unaffected there.

Tuuri comes close,
To Lalli offering.
He turns his nose,
Until cookies she brings.

Has no such aggression
To his dear relation.
But he's still hung up on,
The old camp location.

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Rotten Kitty (based on Kickback City by Rory Gallagher)

I say this scout is petty
I say this cat ain't got no soul
I don't know what upset he
He turned over the bowls

I wasn't ready for that
This cat just covered me in soup
Something was stuck up his ass
Now I feel like poop

You say this mage is hesitant
I say this cat just fell apart
I say this scout is petulant
And he ruined my work of art

I don't know what he's feeling
Your braided hair, it don't look smart
That infernal kitty
He just broke my heart

These people are crazy
They're messy and stupid to me
Throwing their breakfast, being so reckless
No dignity, yeah

Being so lazy
Lacking in haircare, a disgrace
Hair long and braidy, thin like a lady
With a dumb face, yeah

I say this cat has lost control
I say this scout is not my friend
I tried to bring his breakfast bowl
And he shot me down instead

But I won't let it beat me
The others seem to need my help
Their hair is just a mess
I just need to dress it well

Yeah, here this blasted kitty
Feel I'm going to outgrow
Here this rotten kitty
Feel I'm going to outgrow, yeah, yeah

[corncobman]

Pg 520

Back To Workin', No More Lurkin'

Lalli and Tuuri both discuss,
The reasons for leaving thus.
Not ones to make such a fuss,
Dwelling on it is superfluous.

A tale of ghosts has been weaved,
It remains if the story is believed,
The scout, her cousin, now retrieved,
Back to work they turn and leave.

Finding a safe spot wasn't so hard,
All she did was throw out all regard.
Leaving the three while she made the yards,
Sigrun having picked up several more scars.

The punishment gluttony seems to be god tier.
Super eager for more, they're without fear,
Isn't that right, second Mikkel, dear?
Excellent news for Torbjörn to hear!

[Róisín]

This arose out of a discussion in the Comments as to whether Lalli could apologise to Emil in Runo form  for flipping a bowl of sludge into his face:

A RUNO OF APOLOGY:

You who showed me only kindness
You who offered food and friendship
In my heartsickness and sorrow
In my pain of flesh and spirit
When I woke from cruel dreaming
With my own harsh hand I struck you.

Light the blow but deep the wounding.
From your bright eyes smile fast fading
Your broad back against me turning.

On my self that blow rebounding,
Ice and fire the look you showed me.
Now no friend will stand beside me.

Friendship once you tried to give me.
Hear my plea: will you forgive me?

[Talimee]

This arose out of a discussion in the Comments as to whether Lalli could apologise to Emil in Runo form  for flipping a bowl of sludge into his face:

A RUNO OF APOLOGY:

You who showed me only kindness
You who offered food and friendship
In my heartsickness and sorrow
In my pain of flesh and spirit
When I woke from cruel dreaming
With my own harsh hand I struck you.

Light the blow but deep the wounding.
From your bright eyes smile fast fading
Your broad back against me turning.

On my self that blow rebounding,
Ice and fire the look you showed me.
Now no friend will stand beside me.

Friendship once you tried to give me.
Hear my plea: will you forgive me?

That is so beautiful! I love the style and the verse/stanza (how is it called in english?) "Now no friend will stand beside me." is striking deep into my heart.
Thank you for writing and sharing.

[corncobman]

Pg 521

She Has No Desire, Already Talked Prior

For use of the radio
Onni's impatient for his turn
He tells Torbjörn to go,
For conversation yearned.

Asking for dear sis,
But getting no reply.
She wants to dismiss,
Leaving him high and dry.

Tuuri finds a stand in,
Mikkel to the fore.
Leaving them to begin
Their work to explore.

Ever the diplomat,
Mikkel begins contact.
But he lets it slip that,
He's only there to distract.

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Pg 522

They Can Converse, For Better Or Worse

Onni falls silent,
Cat got his tongue.
Mikkel just content,
To keep him high strung.

With his face smug,
He just talks on and on.
His conversation chugs,
While Onni gets withdrawn.

Then a sudden tap,
On the top of his head.
The red-headed chap,
He wants to talk instead.

Can he not wait for,
This talk quite one-sided?
Neither riveting nor,
A conversation provided.

A familiar voice
Onni heard him nearby.
Reynir can rejoice,
They got a good reply.

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Pg. 523

No Memory Problem, How About Him?

Mikkel passes the headphones across.
Reynir's reaction is overjoyed.
Onni doesn't suffer from memory loss.
He was hoping to have a word with the boy.

Onni hears silence and there's a lull.
Did the radio just turn off again?
Reynir just thinks his accent is special.
The insult he could barely contain.

Onni's patience is by now wearing thin,
Did he even have a question anyway?
He thinks for a moment, scratching his chin,
"Oh, yes!" and on the next page he'll say.

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Pg 524

What's The Story? Don't Say Sorry!

Reynir thanks Onni for saving his skin,
He then refers to the attacking ghosts.
Alas, he doesn't know them, the elder Finn.
He's never before met spirits like those.

Meanwhile behind, a kitty discontent.
Being mishandled by three unruly kids.
Bows and petticoat, the cat does resent.
Plain is the fury on the white feline lids.

Asking for theories, Reynir has none.
He doesn't know, which is why he asked.
Never been trained, green-horned one.
Only familiar with sheep farming tasks.

These are disappointing revelations of his,
Just a novice without magical clout.
Stop saying sorry, annoying, that is.
He can still be useful and figure them out.

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Pg 525

Interesting Chat, Should Have Led With That

Of a rogue natural thing,
These spirits possibly.
Common surrounding
Ones like air and trees,

Animals and mist.
But something maligned.
Can you sense they exist,
The natural kind?

Reynir answers no,
Perhaps not that sort.
He was far too slow,
With his sick room report.

Should've mentioned that first.
They were human in origin.
Old world patients nursed,
Skeletons with dust for skin.

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Pg 526

Anything He Can Do? He Wants To Learn Too!

Is this knowledge,
Helpful in some way?
Will it give them the edge?
Onni says maybe not, nay.

Human souls thorny,
With emotions filled.
From frustration born, they
Can get angry, grow ill.

Some info is needed,
Their past lives to guide.
To afterlife proceed,
Forth to the other side.

No humanity remained,
All memory bereft.
Nearly century pained,
No path for them left.

Keep your distance,
If you see, keep clear.
Move if they advance,
Don't let them get near.

A few spells to mentor,
But only to Lalli.
Keep them hesitant for
At least some degree.

Reynir wants to help,
Can he learn the same stuff?
Oh...no. The young whelp,
Is not Finnish enough...