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THE HAESENI PAPYRUS: VOLUME TWO

 


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TABLE OF CONTENTS

 

Poems

 

I. Nightingale

II. Blindness

III. Blank 

IV. Walking in the Mist

V. Pathway

VI. Thinking Reeds

VII. Flutter of a Wing

VIII. Leaf

 


Poems


 

Nightingale - Klara Elizaveta

 

There lies a world beyond the visible,

Unnoticed to even the finest of eyes.

Souls and fae dance among toadstools, 

For across a fjord of diamond and glass,

There sings a nightingale formed of flame.

And through a price of tears it is summoned,

To grace these fair lands with music. 

This is where the fallen go, 

To a place where the only sound is the nightingale,

And epitaphs are sung like victory marches,

Whilst the only heartache borne is from those left behind.

 


 

Blindness - Felyx F Colborn

 

Curling mist from beneath the skin

I give my mind to you.

Will you grasp my soul?

A trace line in the sand.

I hear an echo of lives unlived

Nothing is, what was.

 

You are the flame I treasure -

From treasure I keep to hold;

A memento and smile in my pocket - 

The formal borders fall away with you

And we talk as though unsold.

 

Eyes in mist my feelings shift

To something I can't say -

My mind is flayed and I see within:

The beginnings of a void are made.

 

I am a mirror, I sober up.

What I love in you I hold sacred -

I cannot unsay things;

For my fears so do prevent it.

 


 

Blank - Borris Iver Kortrevich

 

The finical soul leads to heartache,

A house set in sand will always crumble. 

Drive out the daemons, lest you fall.

 

Take the words of the wise,

Let them sink into thick heads

Taking that which is best.

 

Study that which is given to you,

Allow the ignorant to gain sight,

Staying their ill-tempered disposition.

 

Keep that which you hold dear,

And that which is intelligible,

Yet toss that which is harmful.

 

Bring forth the light of a nation,

For what is broken inside,

Breaks by the weakest line.

 


 

Walking in the Mist - Felyx F Colborn

 

She keeps me in the dark;

In the quiet she smothers me,

Touching my fabric, tugging my skin.

 

The smells of her lands sharpen;

With heavier clothes I walk,

To an end without a beginning

And with it, my vision blurs.

 

With only thought surround me,

Give me something to hold;

And do not leave me searching

For lost droplets in the cold.

 

Stillness loud in solitude

I forget myself for you-

Away my thoughts will stray anew

And with it, what's mine is hers.

 

Rhythmic she drums away - 

Fresh is left the earthen colours 

Before she leaves my heart again.

 


 

Pathway - Klara Elizaveta

 

I have seen where the pathway goes,

And ne’er do we often watch,

How sand and stone twist and churn,

Like the roar of tides long missed.

I have watched where the pathway went,

Even when shrouded by the murk,

It moves and turns like something living,

Despite all choices divined.

And I have walked down this pathway,

Both alone and in company,

Some have left and gone,

Others continue with.

 

In loving memory of Her Majesty, Emma Karenina Barbanov-Bihar.

 


 

Thinking Reeds - Felyx F Colborn

 

Roaring he crumbles upon us

Whipping up speed his feet dart by

Held down. We are all held down.

Willingly or not, strangled our cries.

 

We are the thinking reeds in the grass,

He shears his razor through the landscape

No effort. No strength.

Our doom is his Mass.

 

We make a choice and abdicate ourselves

We sense the danger and we desist.

We think. We honour.

There is something else. Don't resist.

 

The swirling mass of him.

His shape, his length, his breadth.

His face, a million wet shards -

Resonates within my chest.

 

We are him. He is us. 

A rumble, a loss of lust.

He moves so we move apart.

We think he thinks within our hearts.

 


 

Flutter of a Wing - Borris Iver Kortrevich

 

Bluebirds fly, 

Soaring above our heads

Looking for where

They could rest wearied wings.

 

And hours turn to days,

And days to weeks evermore,

Yet long lost bird had never found,

That rest for which it strove.

 

Yet carried onward,

To open moonlit shores,

That bluebird looked for sleep,

 

When winged beast

Could feel no more,

That flutter in his wings.

 

When winged beast 

Could feel no more

The air beneath its beak.

 

When winged beast

Could feel no more

Its body is doomed to fall.

 

And fall and fall 

And fall and fall

It plumpetted to the sea.

 


 

Leaf - Borris Iver Kortrevich

 

Aloft the summer’s gentle breeze,

A leaf carries in blue skies.

Green brittle leaf floats,

Above plain and forest,

Far past where any brothers have gone.

It lands below, under sunken night sky,

It's a tender touch to dirt.

Ocean’s from mother’s embrace,

It finds itself alone.

 


SIGNED,

Her Royal Highness, Klara Elizaveta Barbanov

 

His Lordship, Borris Iver Kortrevich, KML


His Lordship, Felyx Francys Colborn

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