Autumn descends and the nights draw-in to blow with the wind under my front door. It’s too dark to stray and too cold not to stay close to the warming hearth. And so I thought it a merry jape to pen some waggish verse during the snug evening hours and tell of the time I met Myrddin: better known as Merlin the wizard. Prattle is the first episode of a poem that might possibly run to five chapters, but I’ll have to ask Merlin about that. Hope you enjoy…
Years fade the memory I’m keen to share,
of long ago in the Caverns of Bryn Myrddin.
Recollection of that day is lost in the grey,
and of the detail I’ll never be certain.
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~ Prattle ~ By ~ Dewin Nefol ~
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Within samite-silk weave of Sun Moon and Stars,
dressed in the fabric of Three Realms.
As High! As Below! As Far as He’ll go!
Merlin sleeps at the Prognosticator’s Helm.
Hastening my gait across faraway hills,
infused by eventide’s mahogany plumes.
I quicken through swale to a wizard’s Caern,
and to Bryn Myrddin’s allegorical tomb.
Through boscage and bosk, over bush and brake,
across gorse, grove, quag, skein and sedge.
Dallying in dingle and spun in the spinney,
I tread paths over rock morass and hedge.
Breaking tree line upon a withering ridge,
a plateau of marble leads the way.
Beyond are sunk two hefting-stones
and deep darkness extending away.
Passing betwixt the twin megaliths
I step inside the arching rock cavern.
Calling out in Gaelic to awaken his name,
I step aside for black snap from the Raven.
There flies on the swart a spectral bird,
sleek in inky swathes of midnight.
Slick with preening-oil’s iridescent bow,
and silent in the seer’s second sight.
Beyond my probing gaze I sense
the depth of her piercing stare.
Flowing as smoke no sound does she make,
circling silently whispering air.
“Like all who dream Merlin sees” she cawed,
“of the reason you walk these ancient flagstones.”
‘You’re seeking the prattling old ghoul!’ she cackled.
“Who dwells in his theurgist’s bones!”
“So say on this day why you came this way!” she crowed,
with harsh edge to her carving cries.
“What is your wish at tunnel’s end?” she asked,
with a flutter of her sorceress eyes.
“To speak with Myrddin,” I said out loud,
and spoke firmly with acquiescent good will.
‘Stealing Merlin’s flying quill, I fancy!” she recoiled,
splicing my words with her razor bill!
“To ask for his Fellowship,” I quickly held,
and followed her drilling gaze.
“Maybe so my friend,” she jawed, “but tell me more
before I open doors to Merlin’s maze!”
“I’m journeying out to the Golden Globe,” I quipped,
“and seek a great wizard as my guide.”
“I’m heading far beyond the infinite void” I said,
and need Merlin along for the ride.”
“I’m questing the Grail chasing mercurial winged light,
and have need of this soothsayer’s knowing sway.
I’m navigating safe passage across off-world seas,
and have need of this enchanter’s edifying way.”
“Then perhaps it is so my friend,” she said,
“but quiet now, speak no more of it here.”
“He’ll listen to your quest laying at rest, so come,
I’ll open the door to Merlin the Seer”.
Slipping further within the dark resting space
we press through rock to a large odeum door.
Bracing iron hinges on oak newel flanks
swing open to reveal a mirror-stone floor.
Glistening and whispering in the twitching torchlight,
tripping on silver slip and tiffany glassine.
Burnished in the glaze of flames fulgent flare,
pellucid in geodesy’s sweet dream ravine.
Gliding on star shine we deepen the fault,
and dance along diaphanous diamond aisles!
Threading our seam in the limpid wax gleam,
spiralling upwards and upwards for miles!
At the rise of a ridge comes the tunnel end,
and mirror’s dazzling artery ceases to flow.
I spin off the path and fall through the rock!
Still keeping pace with the swiftly crow.
When of a sudden, she appears in thin air!
Blackthorn trim, talon and beak!
In nebulous feathers of deathly dark shade,
She turns to me and speaks!
“Legend recounts Merlin will awaken the day
a seeker draws the One Quill from ink-stone slumber.
So say all you mean and mean all you say,
in Merlin’s head-spinning crystal chamber.”
“Now come don’t delay! Awaken the Wizard this day!
“Tell him the tale of your Cosmic Journey!”
“Now come! Have no fear! Climb the last rushing tier!
“And don’t slow entering Merlin’s ossuary!”
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