GloPoWriMo – Song 29

Silent After Battle

After the battle —

— the ringing still in the ears, from mace against shield, steel on voidsteel, drop your rubedite blade, ruby in the grass, the crack of bone — “I need healing!” — the ache in the thighs, miles run, still, to the last fallen, race, over bodies, are they bodies, or corpses? My powers to raise the fallen don’t extend to the dead.

in the cool night stillness —

— your pulse still hot, your face, fevered, here, drink this, rest, hold this, it’s nirn root, on your forehead, rest — “Heal me.” — quiet, the pulse still races, lay back, be still, the blood still flows, drink this, shhhh.

under silver from twin moons, who have witnessed all, battle, and aftermath —

we all need healing

even the healer.

Daily Prompt: “produce a poem that meditates, from a position of tranquility, on an emotion you have felt powerfully,,” from Na/GloPoWriMo.

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GloPoWriMo – Song 12

Origin, Destination

Healing, I sit in a camp
where senche-panthers dwell.
My jaw aches
where it met the mace.

In battle, always in battle
against daedra, dremora,
bandit, pirate, the follower
of the worm cult, those

sworn to battle, always
in battle.

I sit flanked by panthers
watching over me,
healing, not far
from home.

I’m not far from
home, two days’ walk
to Haven, and the
memories of my father’s song.

My father did not sing of battle.
He sang of graht-oak and Elden Root,
Of merchants and trade.

Moon-sugar! Sweet, here!
Ruby ash! Trade cheap!
Mudcrab chiton! Dragon-thorn!
Lady’s smock! Get your moon-
sugar! Sweet here!

In Haven, my father
raised me to trade
wormwood and meat,
maple and gemstone.

He sang, not of battle,
but of the change he knew,
the quiet fields where columbine
and ancestor silk grew.

Two days’ from home
I heal from battle.
My jaw aches from mace,
my heart, from the father I knew.

Daily Prompt: “write a poem of origin… And having come from there, where are you now?” from Na/GloPoWriMo.

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