Daily Writing Part 161. Story of Poems Part 95

Random words of the day: Decay. Ridge

Last Friday the weekly installment of The Artist’s Tale was absent. The reason was that my first visit to Castlefest, an amazing biyearly medieval and fantasy festival in the Netherlands, was imminent and I had needed my time to get all my preparations for it in order, including my costume. I’ve had an absolute blast there, but more on that will have to waiting for the bit about it I hope to write. Now, because of those preparations, The Artist’s Tale unfortunately had to be postponed. However, aside from this post, there’s going to be a second installment this weekend to make up for last week.

As for today’s post. The mood doesn’t seem to have any intention of being lightened, it seems. As of yet I haven’t been able to make my intentions to use Magic: The Gathering elements to that end a reality. It’s not that I’m not enjoying the bizarre atmosphere as it is, but I could really use something silly. Next time, maybe? Please?  ^_^


The Artist’s Tale. Chapter 5

Beneath the early sun
A baby mouse ran through the glade
And just behind it followed suit
A brilliant parade

Accompanied by radios
All playing vibrant songs
The creatures in that great parade
They marched to right some wrongs

The endless crowd moved lightning fast
Like a shooting star it went
For they knew they’d be refugees
If it came to the Event

One of the creatures stopped and turned
The tiniest red mite
“Looks like we’re almost there!” it called
“The iceberg is in sight!”

Around the berg’s sharp peak
Stormed fierce gusts of powdered snow
While on its top sat Referee
The court’s most senior crow

It strapped a saddle to its back
And rose up to the sky
Adjusting its square glasses
It let out a booming cry

“I’m glad you’ve come, my Flywheel friend!”
It called out to the gull
“My days on that cold pyramid”
“Were getting awfully dull”

“It seems the blackboard chart was right”
“You’ve come here just in time”
“Please follow me towards the court”
“We may just stop old Mime”

They flew towards their destination
Through the snow and hail
To find a man before its gate
Armed with a board and nail

His body was that of a man
His head that of a sparrow
His bulky chest broad like a safe
His waist extremely narrow

“Stop, all of you!” the bird man spoke
“The entrance here ain’t free!”
“Your great stampede won’t cross the cord”
“Until you’ve paid the fee!”

The artist jumped right off the gull
And swiped their credit card
Then a t-shirt wearing puppy
Promptly had the gate unbarred

Strange sounds and lights filled up the court
Like a space station it looked
And all across its metal walls
Countless ransom notes were hooked

As one, the crowd stormed right inside
With one flea just ahead
Which fiercely waved its walking stick
Forged from the finest lead

Both newbies and old veterans
Soon filled the court’s great halls
They paused for peanut butter pie
Then dashed right through the walls

Their charge abruptly ended
As they reached the central room
And witnessed, painted on each bench
A picture fraught with doom!

It showed all of the galaxy
Breaking into shards
While innocent and guilty both
Kept playing with their cards

They did not look up even once
Even as the ground decayed
Just a ridge remained beneath their feet
All else had turned to shade

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For the first chapter of The Artist’s Tale click here.

For the second chapter of The Artist’s Tale click here.

For the third chapter of The Artist’s Tale click here.

For the fourth chapter of The Artist’s Tale click here.

 

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Ever since a group of shoes held a birthday party a long, long time ago (though in a galaxy not that far away) a little boy’s appreciation for creation was born. And so, throughout the following years shoes partied, a dinosaur travelled through time, oddly shaped football players went on adventures, a young wanderer became a knight, a comedian rose to godhood, Jedi fought an evil empire, a war between cyborg warlords and human-insect hybrids engulfed the world… The boy had learned how with only words on paper (and from times to time a few pictures) he was able to bring people, places, even entire worlds to life. By now that little boy has reached almost the third decade of his life and his love for telling stories has not ceased. And finally, long after he had planned to, he has decided to share these stories with the world. Whether you are a new or already familiar face: welcome to this little archive of mine! This is a place where I will, finally, actually be sharing my writing with others. It will feature pretty much anything I feel like sharing, both old and new stories, fan-fiction and original content, and probably some non-fiction added in at times. So, if you like reading, writing, stories (or me ^_~), drop by, drop a comment (I can’t promise I’ll get back to you quickly, since I’m horrible at that, but I’ll do my best) and, drop it like it’s hot. … Sorry… ^_^; In any case, I hope you’ll enjoy yourself and I look forward to seeing you around!

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Who? Just your average descendant of two sea-faring peoples, recently graduated anthropology Master and aspiring author with a life-long passion for writing.

What? Uhm, human. I think... Also a bit crazy, but in a good way. I think...

Where? A land under the sea, far, far away. Occasionally with my head in the clouds.

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