The Puck “Dialogues”

Playing with the notion of Puck and Ariel.

How might they interact?

What might bind them?

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    “Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky,

    Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,

    Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die,

    One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne

    In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.

    One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,

    One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them

    In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.”

 

    —J.R.R. Tolkien’s epigraph to The Lord of the Rings

 

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Hail fellow well met!!

 

and to you Ariel my wingèd friend.

 

Whence goest thou, this fell and chill night?

 

I know not for all ways are now closed,

each that have tried hast not fruit to bear

nor purpose, nor traction, nor good cheer

 

Puck, what then wilt thou do?

 

Sure as know knot am I tied,

for there are rivers twice

that seek me yet

to fish me with their

carper’s net

 

One says must stay and fight

and yet

grey haven’s beckon

 

course is not

not, ready set

 

One of old

and one of new

both the two

from ages fast

invite me

to take repast

 

Which flavour of fate do you favour now?

 

Shall seek a sign

fore tear this skein

to look wherein

how lies the wine

 

 And those shadows pull they still?

 

A shimmer of a Christmas past

has sought my mind

these several hours last

 

A tendril of

a yore gone by

hast segued again

before my eye

 

What Puck then, does it mean?

 

Material ‘ tis it not

and vane

will show

unto me

 

from time hence,

where

the wind doth blow.

 

Perhaps to don the corsair’s shirt

and sail again on mystic tide?

 

Canst I come too

on this final ride?

 

Ariel would seem my words

are all now nearly spent

and sure as toffee

won’t pay the rent

 

With naught to do

and less to say

seems my purpose

has gone away

 

North then of the hindu Kush

call they to I

to drink of tea

with mountains fair

to espy

 

For to be liked

‘mongst like

sure, strong it pulls

 

And deep the night

have I wandered here

midst mortal man

 

Seems was always

part the plan

 

What roads then left to tread?

For your words call up in me

a sense of dread

 

Dread not sprite and friend of mine

each has his allotted time

signs they are, as yet unclear

so be hearty and not fear.

 

Art though lost then Robin?

 

No am waiting for

a cube of chance

to appear

 

For cubes as such

have many spots

and their roll

reveals our lot

 

Must the wait be so very long?

 

Yes man, that is the theme of my song

it  echoes now in silent glen

for belong I not

amongst these men.

 

Hast you lost all your sight?

 

Blind am I

with

no more dreams at

night

 

No lamp, no candle

 shows me the mortice lock

‘pon the door which

must I ever,  knock

 

Nor have I vision

many more,

nothing seen

no music score

 

What notes could e’er

refrain

without the rails

them to contain?

 

Where does the rhythm beat

if not held in tempo

by the heart’s vital seat

 

There, where sleeps the Soul

no more

and cause of that

I have no core

 

Oh Robin is all

then lost?

 

Nay my friend

have bargained

for this cost

 

Planned have I

through hill and dale

fear not I

to pierce the final veil

 

Let’s then this autumn night

gather wood

to warm with

fire and  light

 

Take off our woollen mitts

and finger flames

‘till ice is gone

 

for soon enough

the dawn will come

 

Hark now Puck

those are some letters

I  hear them well

and cut these deathly fetters

 

Have I with me

a warming brew

made with wine

and brandy too

 

To heat the very toes

deep within

 the leather shoe

 

Aye, Ariel my faithful friend

shiver not this darkened hour

within this

 our most temporary

of bower.

 

Salut Puck!!

 

Salut…