Elfin Kindred

Elfin Kindred

I

They smile happily in union

They laugh at Ramataks dry jokes

As one in spirit with kin

And sunny faces speak in hush tones

Bursting in gay-jolly laughter to jest

They go on believing, like children

Dreaming through each day in pure bliss

The loud voice bears goodwill, the sad voice

Imitates a joke about mans sad earth

Alight in a spit is a warm hearth

A keepsake for the elfin kindred

To shoo away cold and disease

So gaily, warm tempers may flare

 

II

One dress suits them all, simple colours in fitting grace

One voice is a love call, their heroes are them all

One look at a cascade will see this elfin tribe

Poetry flows from their insides like riches

Or the dance by a lighted hearth

Like angels at heavens ceremony

And there’s a hollow cleft in this elfin land

A mighty door stands there too

Here is the flowing stream where Lagulurs rules

And these gay tempers and their joys renew

Rich crops bloom from their lands,

And makes a hunger strike a word from earth

Many passions this kindred tread

Promises of the greatest knowledge lie

Small though they seem, mightier than the bordering mountains.

 

III

These grassy plains have seen them come

Wholly together they breathe till dawn

Never anger or our earth’s hateful spites

Lagulurs mediates his peace; a stream flows to them all

He leads like a true king should; teacher and lover of his kin,

Veneration sees him bow: what wonders hath these plains seen

And by winter and summer all green freshness still

In this gay land of the elfin fairies

Wondrous colours multiply, kin in kin rely

In wholesome right, all patricians in elfin style

 

 

IV

There are some nobler ones, like fragile air

Mehitor leads them well; the queen of this kindred

Mother of unfathomable goodness, her wailing voice is joy

By the grace of these blue skies that never pale

They sing like wind; a flute of praise to the sky

Only night knows why their heavens never fade

Only sleep knows of this unending dream that flows

In one spirit among this gay kindred of elves,

 

V

They smile happily in union

They laugh at Ramataks dry jokes

As one in spirit with kin

And sunny faces speak in hush tones

Bursting in gay-jolly laughter to jest

They go on believing, like children

Dreaming through each day in slow motion

The loud voice bears goodwill, the sad voice

Imitates a joke about mans sad earth

Alight in a spit is a warm hearth

A keepsake for the elfin kindred

To shoo away cold and disease

So gaily, warm tempers may flare

 

 

VI

Brighter days are never bare,

They flock towards a solo voice, by one spirit and will

And when death visits, this kindred joyfully mourns

In keep and sacred entrust to higher beings

They gladly place their elfin kin

Glowers like embers of coal, every skin brightly shows,

No sticky remnants from grievous pasts,

Joyful gifts of care to the lost stranger

So warm, such grace they dispense

This elfin kindred lives; other kindred pale to compare.

 

10/08/2010

Ohmston Weth

 

 

 



2 thoughts on “Elfin Kindred” by Ohmston Weth (@ohmston)

  1. I think you were trying to reach a beautiful place in your childhood by writing this poem. I see it but I do not experience it reading this. Maybe too much information, maybe the style of presentation.

    Well done. Keep improving your art.

  2. @Chemokpi: No i wasnt. I was actually writing about the elfin kindred.

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