A Collection of Poetry

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VOL I. | CARDINAL WRITINGS

WRITTEN AND PUBLISHED BY 

MARTIN 'DIMASSON' KORTREVICH

11th Svensmánaðr IAÁ 568 | Gronna ag Droba E.S 591 

 

I. THIS LAST LIGHT...

In homage to Borris Kortrevich

There. On the horizon

that smoke-dance still twists:

its ash, ours to inherit. One day,

when the embers cool, we will carve

what is left of our father

from the stones.

 

II. COUNSEL OF CONCERN

What good is worry?
That which creases the fair brow

and wipes clean the merry smile:

 

It sows no fields,

raises no spade,

grows no crops,

wields no blade;

clears no skies, 

tends no land,

 

guides no one

with wise enough hand.

 

And all the while 

the worried mind

shies from shadows,

finds foes in friends;

fears and festers, folly

incarnate. What good, then?

What good does worry bring?

 

III. CRIMSON-CLAD ARE THEY

 

With gratitude to Ms. Toreador

 

Red for shame, the old book said,

bound in scarlet leather. Red for glory

red for kin: red for debuting in. Red 

like swords, red for war; red for

oaths, if not all kept - red like faith

like flame, like brick-laid paths towards

hearths and homes well-known: and red 

 

like comets, soaring

 

overhead. 

 

[Frawlic 1602]

"Oh, my son is a poet!" Dima mused as she read through the collection, then paused before questioning, "Dimasson?"

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In a place where the world is quiet, despite all odds, Jorena turned over the small collection of poems in her grasp. She knew Martin had something planned, agreed to work with him, even, although he beat her to publishing. She would cherish each word, regardless. The first of the poems, THIS LAST LIGHT, caused her lips to twist. Jorena had no mirror to see if it was a smile or frown. 

 

Silently, the teenaged girl transcribed it into her journal.

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The poet’s sister was among the first to receive a copy. She took it back to her room to read, but couldn’t make it past the first page, not because the writing lacked beauty, but because it struck a painful chord. Katya had never tried talking to Martin about their father, but maybe that was what she should have been doing  all along.

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The young poet's mentor read through the verses swiftly at first, and then with greater consideration at the final poem. The woman in green looked out at her library of blue, and let out a soft hum. She copied the poem into her own notebook, and pinned it to the front page.

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There was an inkling of consideration about the name by the devil for it caught his eye. Albeit, it was a passing thing and nothing more. He did, however, consider that it was curious and he hoped they did well.

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Memory and Legacy was all that remained now. Such things can be cruel as time marches onward. Yet there was at-least one who lofted a smile from where he sat. Though long passed, Borris had always know the potential of his lineage…