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The Lion’s Call

Lion's Call

Guys, it finally happened: I failed. I spent three days writing something I thought was brilliantly clever. I finished, still feeling brilliantly clever. I reread it, expecting to be blown away by how smart and brilliant and clever I was.

Before you start judging my arrogance, let me put your mind at rest: It was not brilliant. It certainly wasn’t clever.

In my defense, I think the sun was in my eyes.

So today, because I have literally nothing else to offer, I’m going to resort to a poem I wrote a few weeks ago, when I probably should have been doing something else. Keep in mind that I am not a poet. I inherited that from my father. And while, on occasion, I can blurt out something profoundly meaningless (it’s an Elven thing) , the greater part of my life has been spent with no desire whatsoever to be a poet.

That’s why it was surprising (and a little disturbing) when I found myself scribbling down a few poetic words about Liriel, the main character of the book I’m writing. I really didn’t know where I was going with it, but it just…felt right. What was even more disturbing was after the first three lines were written, I realized that they would go way better with Peter Pevensie than with Liriel.

That, my friends, spiraled into something much larger than what was originally planned. Because after a bit of tweaking, when I finished my poem for Peter, I had a brilliantly clever thought:

I should write a poem for all the Pevensies!

So I wrote a Chronicles of Narnia themed poem. Call me crazy or obsessed if you want. I really don’t care.

Keep in mind that I do not make a habit of writing poetry, and therefore know absolutely nothing about the practice. I’ve probably broken every rule there is.

Also keep in mind that there is literally no good word that rhymes with ‘magnificent’.

The Lion’s Call

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Peter

All that time

Led to now.

All those tears

To this vow.

Why was I

Meant to be

King of land,

Lord of sea?

 

What have I

Done so far?

Can’t protect.

Brother’s scarred.

Father’s gone,

Mother’s tired.

Fighting wars,

Undesired.

 

Bloodied swords,

Sharp and cruel.

Why was I

Meant to rule?

Just a boy.

Innocent.

Young, unfit.

Magnificent.

 

Susan

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What’s this place?

Who are they?

Why am I

Here this day?

Who is he,

That lion there?

What’s he want?

This isn’t fair!

 

Just have faith.

Just believe

But I can’t!

Can’t perceive.

What is faith?

I can’t see.

Cannot touch,

Cannot be.

 

Can’t control,

Don’t understand.

I want home!

I want planned!

Aslan can’t

Expect of me

To be queen.

That couldn’t be.

 

Edmund

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Yes, I am aware that this is the older Edmund. I would rather have this version waltzing around my blog than the littler, brattier version.

I am dirt.

I am scum.

I, traitor,

Can’t overcome.

I regret

All past sin.

Shame and pain.

Oh, chagrin.

 

Can I be

Allowed to live?

How can he

Just forgive?

But for me

He paid the price.

Gave his life.

Sacrifice.

 

Don’t know why.

Love, I guess.

But I’ll try,

Do my best.

Died for me,

Rose once more.

I will live

For his roar.

 

Lucy

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Hope remains.

Light’s not gone.

After night

Comes the dawn

I have faith

I believe.

Aslan’s word

Is all I need.

 

When he calls

I will go.

With his aid

I’ve no foe.

I love him.

He loves me.

Hear his words,

A quiet plea:

 

β€œTrust me, child.

What is planned

You cannot

Comprehend.

Trust me, child.

Do not fear.

In the fire

I am near.”

 

Well, there it be. My first and probably only poetic moment. I’m actually rather proud of it. But if any hard core poet geek would like to yell at me because I broke every conceivable rule of poetry, feel free. *dons armor* Bring it on.

For Narnia, and for Aslan!

~Sarah

 

P.S. The Sarcastic Elf is official! I now have a Facebook page and Instagram account. Being the first sort of social media I’ve ever had in my short existence, I have no idea what to do with either of them, but Anna tells me they’re what bloggers do, and far be it from me to disagree with Anna. So go check them out, and do whatever Facebook or Instagram users do.

The Sarcastic Elf Facebook

The Sarcastic Elf Instagram

I’m really going now. Goodbye.

 

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9 thoughts on “The Lion’s Call”

  1. Hey, cool. Lucy’s was my favorite too, and Edmund’s next. Thank you for doing a picture of older Edmund.

    Good luck with your new social media stuffs! I don’t have an account on either of those, so I’ll sadly have to miss out on whatever hilarious things you say there. *sigh*

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    1. Considering I have absolutely no idea how to work either FB or Instagram, the only thing you will most likely miss out on is my embarrassing mistakes as I end up glitching the entire thing and probably exploding my computer. So rest assured. πŸ™‚

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  2. *high-fives fellow unintentional poet* One day I told my mom I hated poetry, and the next day, I started writing it and loving it xD

    Yesssss. I love these! Susan’s is cool… and now I wanted to read Narnia again. *whispers* I haven’t read it in five years! *runs off*

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    1. Ha! Your poor mom is probably still trying to figure out what happened. πŸ˜„ The funny thing is, I hated poetry until I found Kingdom Pen. I still hold to the idea that all those crazies did something to my brain… πŸ˜‰

      *lowers voice guiltily* Well I haven’t read them in three years, so… *runs off with you*

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  3. Sarah,
    I loved all of them. But I especially loved Lucy’s. I am a blogger too, (check it out at reflectionsonglasssite.wordpress.com) but I only have a Pinterest account. No Facebook or Instagram, so don’t feel bad. I wouldn’t know what to do with them either. I don’t know much about poetry either, and I certainly don’t follow any of the rules. πŸ˜€

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