Conversations 4: Morgana 1

Z: I wish to speak to her marvelous beauty
Morgana the Fair.
M: Hello, Zakri.
What brings thee to me?
Z: I wish to know of your list supreme
When we made love as in a dreme
To be faking illusion it didst not seme
Here I kick back a full tyne
And waiting for the return of love o' myne
Or else shouldst truly be
For love grows in me as a mighty oak tree
Such little squirrel
M: Well, young love,
I've beheld your subtle wand'rings
In sephiroth above
And am privy to such pond'rings
When you and I didst mete
In revelrie so swete
I bore off with me thy soughing
To make your spirit in infinite 'mem'brance ever glowyng
As doth it in genuine caring for lyfe
Thus wrought mistletoe staundyng one foote upon
On new moon night with silver scycle knyfe.
Your innocent pleasaunce and trewe love believynge
Is lyke unto the spring ewe a-bleetynge
In the cloudy climes of fair Avalon
Hold'st in me thy pearl.
Z: Told'st me my love that intentions thyne
Shouldst I be wary of as Jude and Pallatine
M: Paper is fragile and deeds be stone
As ferverent as old Arafat's throne
Be. Wrought art champions missiles thrown.
***
Z: Greatful I am of wisdom of thine.
What role playest I now with weeping Salicyne?
M: Welcome back dear, I your magick accept.
Your tenderness to my bosom is clept.
Changed thy wish now, I ask-- I presume
A new love thou may best assume
You know why and where secrets were destroyed
They led to complicated feelings to avoid
Luck you hadst a few nights employed
Careful were you to remain adroit.
Though she did ask me about us
I told'st her to give you no doubt
To best her interest was hold taut
Lessons great have ye to she taught.
***
Z:Morgana, may I wrest you once more
To continue interrogation pleasant as before?
M: Hello again, Zakri.
I'm beginning to get attached to our repore.
Tis no rude chore. What bothers thee j'amour?
Z: Well, lovelyest of Camelot.
How shall I move about?
I look for work with none about.
Should I leave town and get the hell out?
M: It's cold in your hutch, Brer rabbit, no doubt.
I'd suggest awhile that you stick it out.
I want you to see what happens at home
But leave before returning stalks of brome
So that you can visit Holland with the full tome.
Of ancient knowledge with new paint in poem.
Z: Heh, yer flattery makes me merry and jocound
What sayest thou of success on the old mapmound?
M: As soon as you drop down, start hustlin'
A city like Amsterdam is ever bustlin'
Make a bang you must, no rabbit's rustlin'
Get to know many people and careful who you trust in.
Z: Your wisdom abounds--
Let me ask of a different round.
When due is our pearl resound?
M: In anouther temporal slipstream
Our distant night's love is to redeem
In that land we both visit
A full Sabat circle from then is it.
Z: What formation will it take
Such odd energies we did make
I wonder if human, meatwad, fry or shake?
M; Nay, lol. Our lovechild shall be no Aqua Teen.
Though, not any like child has Earth yet seen.
Half-dragon; you Ryugyu and I Celtic queen.
Z: How was chosen that? Others I could have been.
Say, the vampire Sirchade or the Celtic king.
Would these other features be sticking?
M: Aspects of these that are common to the whole
Shall in this beautiful, strange youth extoll.
Such as Caramon who skyward gazed
Though full reaslized he 'twas pool a-glazed
As will she with curious wonton amazed
Have in her eyes the stars ablazed

The Pinong reed

The Price is Right:
I think now that I've read of it that the 'ponga fern' of N.Z. It may be confusing to enough people that I will rename the fictional 'ponga reed'. Also some clerical and thematic issues are hopefully resolved here from the initial submission. 'Pinong' as I've discovered is a Laotian word meaning 'a sense of brotherhood' (www.wildflowers.org).

Pinong Reed
by Zak Kneebone

Type:Underwater reed.

Common name: Pinong Reed

Regional name: Pinong

Availability: Profuse

Habitat: Bogs and swamp.

Temp Zone: Temperate to Tropical.

Size: 40 feet by 1-1/2 inch.

Reproduction: Seeds or rhysome.

Description: The pinong consists of two thin, long leaves 1 to 1-1/2inches wide and upto 40 feet long each. They are also very thin, 1/16inch deep. When wet it is olive-green and woody yet bendable with a charachteristic glossiness. With light lengthwise friction it emits a squeak as smooth, wet surfaces often do.
The twin leaves are anchored into the floor with a stalk 1/8 inch round by roots which stretch 4 feet deep into the silt of a typical swamp. The leaves rise to float on the surface water. This fact along with the ability to spread by rhysomes on the roots means the pinong covers vast areas. After shifting for months or years by current and winds these masses tangle into glades.
Small creatures have little trouble navigating, though swamprat skeletons are often found in or nearby a glade. Large creatures can be tangled quite easily in the grass. Since this usually only happens near the surface a man will usually escape unless isolated, weak or in a position compromised to gaining breath. The reed is broken with moderate effort and can be cut away quite easily.
When pinong dries in the sun it turns beige and hardens into shape. It is then woody but slightly brittle and can layer itself into small, unsafe temporary landbriges when rain is seldom. It takes four days for the reed to cure in this manner. When again is dampened, it then dissolves completely with three months of submergence in water. When in the hardened state it can be waterproofed with a coating of wax or similar substances. It is very useful for craft wickerwork. Some lizardfolk towns contain entire neighborhoods of layered pinong reeds which are anchored down to the annual fresh leaves.
The Pinong is non-poisonous although tough to chew. It can be made soft enough for general consumption by boiling for an hour. It has a flavor and texture very similar to bamboo chutes. It is eaten raw by some rodents and fish.

Zak Misses Karen

Zak Misses Karen
Once I thought it could never happen
Love had fled to never come again
My heart was solemn as a peregrine
Yet now, alas Zak misses Karen

Cherished I had that love of yore
That til I met Karen my heart was sore
Years of angst are now a Tasman's lore
But now, alas, Zak misses Karen

Changed I am so the white eagle rises
The tactful advances a cheater despies
Made my head full with empathic crises
And now, alas, Zak misses Karen

Badb, Morrigan, Nemain aloft crew
Aweigh their tails pointed to you
Your love would rewake as May morning dew
You now, alas Karen, I miss true.

Tuath Sheradh

The tuath is...
-An old way of...
--Teaching the youth to spell.
--Seeing the grave.
--Telling a story.
--Making weapons and warriors.
-A clan that seeks the infinite knowledge.
-Forever building a secret cove in the hill...
--Where faeries of Dana can hide from thier jailors.
-Seeking more than a crop:...
--A bear.
--An eagle.
--A derelict fox.
--A fish with a belly full of row.
--A porpoise which plays around rosemary hedge
--A magical spear made of narwhal bone.
-Speaking where...
--Its postholes of extinct pine exuding.
--Shards of painted red clay strewn with black beads.