Saturday, 3 February 2018

The Jangerwoe And The Sonnerbrow

Alone she walks a steady path,
Head held by strings,
That reach and twirl and twine,
To pull her step by jolting step,

The dawn chorus wake,
And let out their quarks and snirls,
Closing, shutting, reaching,scrunching,
Cacophany throughout the Jibwar,

Below the Cantwo's mighty boughs,
Small Crinkles leap and jump,
Spreading their thoughts like dances,
To coat mildew covered ground,

Then from stormy swirling fog,
The snarling Jangerwoe,
Creeping, sneaking, whining, grine-ing,
Does make fearsome appearance,

From only the Bulborpour's faint light,
Can the Sonnerbrow see his foe,
Jewelled eyes wandering low,
Testing snout held high,

In much the way of things that come to pass, 
The old and young must flee, 
And as the beasts begin their dance, 
Hush settles the Jibwar,

The Gibgab and the Periwonk,
The Mellirmot and the Rancidune,
The Hatchpen, the Flurcus and the Crinkles,
Cease flutters and cower low,

Fearless walks she through shadows, 
And she is all that is not still,
Blithely her headsong she sings alone,
Her eyes as milk as snow,

And in the darkness trembles stir,
Weaving, knotting, linking,
As the Jangerwoe takes his stance,
And the Sonnerbrow prepares for war,

Flash of noise and crash of light,
Illuminate the ring, 
As beast stalks beast around and round,
And the Moorweves tendrils sing, 

The fight is long and bloody,
As teeth and claws do slash,
And rip the nightscape at the seams,
To scatter bright red paint,

The ends and tips and flares light up,
And flicker patterns far,
As the beasts below writhe and swipe,
Victory locked in flair,

Until at last a crack like thunder,
The Jangerwoe stands tall,
His triumphant roar resounding, 
Sonnerbrow dead upon the floor,

Still even that sound echoed far,
Did fail to turn her silver hair,
And on and on she skipped and tripped,
Wandering hands her guiding,

His duty done Jangerwoe released,
Pushed from his victory place, 
He retraced steps to the fog returning,
And took with him his crown,

And all around the Jibwar Proons did merlow,
And the little Crinkles reappear,
Sniffling and snuffling through the Moorweves tendrils, 
To the Sonnerbrow's body steal,

In darkness Jibwars secrets held,
And from depths and holes and corners,
Came all those hidden big and small, 
To gather where giants duelled,

With one beast dead and the second removed, 
The rest set free to pick,
And each chose part by careful part, 
The Sonnerbrow for themselves,

The Lilper a jewel from the eye, 
The Cantypi a hair from the head,
The Flanten a claw as long as a hand, 
And Crinkles shared his tongue,

When lastly dawn fell complete,
And no scrap of Sonnerbrow remained, 
Nothing more lay left to claim, 
Save crumpled earth and time,

As moonglabes glittered,
And sparnfroes swayed,
Jangerwoe slipped into sleep, 
Reclaimed peace upon the Jibwar,

Amid the rocking raucous noise,
Of Perriwars, Ornaths and Sloozes,
The milk eyed girl forwards wandered, 
Her mindful song her voiceless guide.