Tuesday, 27 September 2011

POETRY WEDNESDAY - VENGEANCE


“Something of vengeance I had tasted for the first time; as aromatic wine it seemed, on swallowing, warm and racy: its after-flavour, metallic and corroding, gave me a sensation as if I had been poisoned.” - Charlotte Brontë

Magpie Tales stimulates the creativity of her followers weekly by choosing an image, which fires the imagination and results in a swathe of poems and short prose pieces in its succession. This week the image was dark and evocative of witchery and the black arts. It appears that this image was very popular with Magpie’s readers as there seem to be a large number of participants!

Here is my contribution – a sad story of love and trust betrayed, with a terrible vengeance wrought, complete with a spell in an arcane tongue of my own invention. Now if you are to use this spell, do so wisely for it is full of terrible power and can wreak great havoc! Enjoy this week’s tales of mystery and imagination as the supernatural never ceases to fascinate most of us and come to think of it, it has repeatedly stimulated the creation of some good stories, poems, paintings, drawings and other flights of the imagination!

The Vengeful Spell

“Aléa bánna dítta zom
Perés ambón maréa dom;
Filíz anés pería mar,
Andrôn mané cadíz a dar…”

She rises tall and speaks the spell
Her figure dark, her hair so long.
Her raven black, hearkens the knell
Of distant bell and silvern gong.

“Adél, períz calón gervain
Marísen por, felón fervain!
Adár, cadíz pería star,
Gedrón pané filíz azar.”

Her fury matched by lashing rain
Her tearful face all haggard, drawn.
Her spell a terrible refrain
Her voice resounding till dawn.

“Callé, alíz perfór allón,
Deníz, mané seníl a son.
Senné filíz adór selím
Pané ranné cadén a plim.”

He left, she cried; alone, bereft;
He fled at night, his sojourn brief –
He cheated her with wiles so deft,
He robbed her love as would a thief.

“Aléa bánna dítta zom
Perés ambón maréa dom;
Filíz anés pería mar,
Andrôn mané cadíz a dar…”

His hours short each second’s fleet
Her spell is cast, and now complete.
The raven rises, quickly flies
The faithless lover gasps and dies.

The woman smiles her work’s all done
Her witch within the spell has spun.
With frightful magic she’s avenged;
The wrongs he’s done are now revenged.

14 comments:

  1. Very nice. I see we both saw the witch in this prompt.

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  2. Yes, everything about your Magpie feels delicious and just right!

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  3. It's not nice to fool mother nature.
    rel

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  4. God, I do love a good revenge ending....and she delivered!

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  5. I'm going to keep this spell handy should I ever need it! Wonderfully wicked poem!

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  6. A perfect poem for the prompt. Certainly a witch. Liked your rhyme scheme. Thank you for visiting Knot In Line.

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  7. love your take on the prompt...the spell in between the rest of the poem was great, and I've always been a fan of rhyming... :)

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  8. Love it!!!! Perfect for a sleepless night and I'll definitely remember the useful spell!!!!

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  9. walking here with a smile. take care.. have a nice day ~ =D

    Regards,
    http://www.lonelyreload.com (A Growing Teenager Diary) ..

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  10. You have elaborated well upon the ways of men and women ... and a world that shall never learn!

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  11. Loved it - perfect Magpie.

    Anna :o]

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  12. I remember this prompt... writing this was an experience! I'm not surprised at all that it was a big hit :)

    Cheers,
    Arnab Majumdar on SribbleFest.com

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