poetry

The grandparents murmur it to their children's children, the nurses recite it to their charges at bedtime, the minstrels sing it with yearning. Every story begins with it, and every story ends with it. Every child knows it.

 

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Sometimes somber, sometimes bright

Sometimes black, sometimes white

Sometimes dark, sometimes pale

Sometimes woman, sometimes male

Sometimes young and sometimes old

Sometimes quiet, sometimes bold

Sometimes elder, sometimes child

Sometimes tame yet always wild

Bearing none but every face

Found nowhere yet in every place

Never here yet seldom far

Speaking Moon and singing Star

In his hands the music swells

On her lips are magic spells

A book of words, a silver flute

An oaken staff, a carven lute

Shaking seeds within a gourd

Power in a single chord

A breath of enchantment, a note of song

A touch of right, a touch of wrong

Giving help or bringing harm

Ever-changing as a charm

Lost or free or on a mission

Whispers float of the Mugician

Mod S2S Mentor

I'm Sarah—an 18-year-old Jewish musician, bookworm, college student, lifelong learner, NMG intern, S2S mentor, and the list goes on. I love to write all sorts of things, from essays to fiction to poetry, though I don't claim to be particularly good at any of the above.
Any and all feedback, supportive or constructive, is always more than welcome; I value and appreciate every comment I get. :)

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Comments

  • I like it! It's very rhythmic.
    • Mod S2S Mentor
      Ah, thanks so much, Caroline!! I'm actually really glad that aspect worked—the idea was for it to be a very rhythmic poem, almost like a chant. I hear it in my head being recited to the accompaniment of maraca-like instruments or something along those lines, actually. :)

      (Sorry, I deleted and had to repost this comment. xD)
  • Mod S2S Mentor
    The Mugician is the central figure of a fictional set of traditional folklore legends that exist within my imagination. So far, I have yet to actually put any of these Tales of the Mugician into writing—they are, after all, folk tales, which, in their very essence, exist as oral traditions and evolve from telling to telling. (And also, possibly I'm not sure at this point of what any of the specific stories are... but that's beside the point. ;))

    This poem, however—the Song of the Mugician—is complete enough that I thought I would post it. I hope you like.
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