Red Ajah Autumn Fair Poetry Competition

[Gabby]

Welcome to the Autumn Fair Poetry Writing competition!

Autumn. It's a beautiful time of the year, and sometimes you just HAVE to write a poem about it. Post your poem here, and if the judges (Pankhuri and I) decide yours is the winner, you get to wear this awesome siggy! (Which you don't get to see until the end)

To start you off, here are some beautiful Autumn pictures:

Have fun! :)

[Moon Sedai]

*Snap*

football

twigs

temperature

*crackle*

leaves

campfire

*Pop*

Sm'ores

 

Fall is the Rice Krispies of seasons.

[WildTaltos]

I wrote this awhile ago but I only just translated it for this. Sorry if the rhyme scheme is quirky - I had to nearly rewrite most of it just to make it remotly rhyming in most areas because it lost it in the direct transltion.

 

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Autumn, how could’st man reckon a time

Blessed by more grace than thee?

Thalghann hath loosed his fiery wine,

Change, on only one season else that be.

 

Spring hight she, opposed but in resplendence,

Gaudy in lush emerald, jeweled in buds fragile,

Life returned to Éire, in brash decadence,

Ungods and beasts alike smitten by erotic guile.

 

Yet for all her vigours, pageantry, and invitations,

She makes but promises, little more,

For the goddess, seized by nature’s intoxication,

Hath only late received the Dag Dia’s bore.

 

Her bounty then lies elsewhere

In Time’s eternal, merciless progress –

When that twain’s child is brought to bear

It is thee, not Spring, who rewards strife and duress.

 

Autumn, were I to name all of thy graces

Over thy more brazen sibling, Spring,

The list I were to build would’st hath countless faces,

So with poet’s gifts, I shalt name but a few things.

 

It is thou who art the consoler,

Who puts peerless beauty in Death,

By benevolent hands of a careful crafter

Thee givest darkness a goodly exquisiteness.

 

In reds, ochres, yellows, doth the leaves now clad,

Delicious and gay is every forest limb and bough;

Under thy artist’s encouragement and command

The woods sing of fire, though its death approach’st now.

 

The People’s ephemeral cloaks, that by name of fog

Wend’st its route following, through dell, fen, and glen –

Such clouds on the earth, such sky among the bog

Doth urge the mind to explore secrets only thy mists ken.

 

Beloved of Sluagh and men, the child who thou art usher;

The oats that giv’st bread, the barley that giv’st beer,

The apples that giv’st cider, the cold that lets the slaughter –

Bounty aplenty and feasts thereof, in thy reign is here.

 

Of three ceremonies for the will,

Intelligible, exalted, proud,

In thy midst art they fulfilled,

As would’st impossible be in more sensual crowd.

 

Lughnasadh, when the boy-god wept,

For a mother lost to toil;

For Him this day mothers’ honour is kept,

And the first harvest is lifted from the soil.

 

Magheane, when Knowledge and Voice draw nigh,

When the old enemies closer creep;

For them, burn the man and sing the eld songs by

And the second harvest here is reaped.

 

Samhain, when gods and men hath striven,

When the doors fall and recall the lost;

For them, tell the tales, and doeth works by magick driven,

And pick the final harvest, before the Frost.

 

...And there is more but thats all I felt like beatng out into English. Hope you like it.

[Wildfire Sedai]

Taltos...That is EPIC. I don't think I could come up with anything that could beat that. It is quite awesome.

[Reyoru]

It seems futile trying to write anything as excellent as Taltos' work of art, but I thought I'd give poetry a try because I haven't in a while:

 

Auburn leaves fall to the ground

as the branches pay their due,

The debt is paid in small wet mounds

to the earth from which they grew.

 

Undulating lines the shadows form

as the sun gives warmth diurnal,

The shrubs rejoice and the trees do mourn,

as the once-green burns infernal.

 

Tarry not little vole in making store

the winter nights draw nearer,

Consider the ants that are not poor

- seeds and the clover grow dearer.

 

Ubiquitous lies the melancholy

From forest to wood to glade,

The slender beech and prickly holly,

Hide from the moon in shade.

 

Meadows and fields the land lies fallow

Farmers will not yet plough,

And soon the winter that men so hallow

Will offer nought but bough.

 

Nocturne and equinox and autumn must end

the winter's entry is nigh,

The snows and the ice many plants will rend,

But the woods will never die.

[Wayward_fool]

Well, I'm going to try anyway. No hope being epic, so I shall be non-epic. *lol* Here's my sorry attempt at poetry.

 

they turned bright,

the leaves

with blood and sun,

dawn and dusk

drifting to the ground as

her feet tread

gingerly upon the

crispy carpet of

the tundra;

each step

a reminder

of the fragile nature

of her paper heart the

wispy lingering moments

of his skin upon her skin

that morning

 

when she awoke to

see the world awash with the wild gold

of autumn

 

~ gold by Boopsy

[Gabby]

Wow guys!!! Those poems are so amazing! Taltos, how do you manage to write things like that? Hmmm... I'm glad I have Pankhuri to help judge. :)

[WildTaltos]

join a club/society where all yuo mainly do is write poetry, compose music, and transcribe manuscripts, and stay in it for a long while - taht makes you conform to their standrd of "high art," eventully.

[Elgee]

Four completely different styles of writing, yet each poem speaks to me. We are truly blessed to have people like you in our Group.

[Wayward_fool]

Taltos... you're SO awesome. It's crazy. I had to read through your poem at least 5 times to really get into it. And wikipedia came to my aid.

 

But it's BEAUTIFUL. Very saga like. I'd vote for that one. *lol*

 

Elgee... awww. *hugs* Thanks. That's very sweet.

[Narina Menderlin]

Well we've got talent here! Great job everyone!

 

*snuggles*

 

Love

Nari

[Panchi]

I am supposed to help in judging these poems . *puts on thinking hat*

[WildTaltos]

so...

[Wayward_fool]

mmmm....

[Gabby]

Okay. Pankhuri and I have consulted and we have decided that... *Drum roll* WildTaltos is the winner of this epic siggy! Thanks to Cyan for making it. :) Now, you may all add your congratulations. p.s. I just wanted to say that I was stunned by all the poems submitted. Great work everyone. ;)

[nicana]

Yayyyy!!! Congrats Tal! Very epic poem. I loved it.

 

*snugglebites her bonded*

[WildTaltos]

Thank yuo. Can i get my name on the banner though?

[Gabby]

Oops.... O.o I'll PM Cyan about that right away!!

[Moon Sedai]

Tal, your poem was epic.

[Elgee]

Congratulations!

[Wren of the Brown]

Contest is over but who cares? This is a poem I wrote years ago.

 

 

Our world was a hill-top,

Summer's burial mound, wind-flecked,

crackled, birds fleeing silent mourning hours.

Your god said I could find you inside,

kneeling before governing structures,

the dead season lain to state.

But when I came to retrieve you,

fetch you from Autumn's drone,

I found you sleeping,

nestled against

Summer's infinite chest,

stained by sickness and breath.

[Wren of the Brown]

Also, that _is_ a great poem, Taltos!

[Wayward_fool]

*lol* Congrats!!!

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congrats Taltos

[Reyoru]

Congratulatuons!