The Phoenix

[Kikuyu_Black_Paws]

A bird of air and thermal waves,

Rustles cross the sea-shore,

Cackles wildly to itself, whispers secrets to itself, never listens to itself,

Ever mutters "Nevermore."

 

Yes, it took a dear old leaf,

From that Raven's paper book,

Ever cackles to itself, whispers secrets to itself, never listens to itself,

Casts a fond and fiery look.

 

There, it sees the Hunter now,

Craving Phoenix for his reward,

Now it cackles to itself, whispers secrets to itself, never listens to itself,

And flutters gamely from the Lord.

 

All bragging rights are shattered now,

The poor lord detests grim,

That bird that cackles to itself, whispers secrets to itself, never listens to itself,

And got the best of him.

[Da_Yog]

I oft find it interesting how "The Raven" lends mesmeric musing to poetry long after an initial reading or even re-reading. It's like some haunting melody in the back of your head that stirs the dead to life once more. Such power, such eternal power!

[Wyvern]

Cool (hot?) poem, Kikuyu. :-) Like Yog, I found the Poe reference with the Phoenix taking a leaf from the Raven's notebook very interesting. The repetition in the third line of each stanza was interesting as well, and also made me think of the styles used in Poe's famous work. In terms of possible lines to look into, the line "The poor lord detests grim" rhymed well with "And got the best of him," but didn't make quite as much sense as the other lines of the piece to me. All in all though, it was nicely done. :-)

 

Wyvern scratches his left horn and sets about pondering where the Pen's resident Phoenix might be at the moment. He ponders whether Kikuyu's poem might refer to a method that Phoenix could use for drawing money from wealthy nobles, which of course would go into dictionary funds in the pursuit of the highest Freerice scores. ;-)