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« on: 08 February 2005, 20:44:00 »

A little homage to a little-known invention of Tolkien's.

Since we have mithril and other 'nods' to the Master, I thought it might be nice to include his Mewlips.  They are treated as 'fantasy' within the context of Middle-Earth - a good model for how we might treat ghost tales, myths, legendary creatures, and other things of 'fantasy' within Santharia!

 I mean, where dragons are real, magic works, and willows may guide lost travellers, what sort of fantasies would Caelerethians have? It's an amusing question to ask ourselves.  Anyhow, here is one small answer... if you would like to see the original poem/inspiration by Tolkien, just do a Google on the title of this post.

The Mewlips

When tales they tell by firelight,
Of things the children to affright,
Then Mewlip’s name is whispered soft,
For sodden Mewlip haunts the night,
A ghastly, gormly sight.

In stagnant marshes dank and deep
The Mewlips dwell, the Mewlips creep.
Where grey-grim mosses hang aloft,
Where dripping willows ever weep,
And corbies murder sleep.

The tall reeds make a dismal wall,
Their roof a murky waterfall,
A shadow for a blanket there,
And mist a ready-whitened pall,
Hovering over all.

Their soft blanched hands are quick to hold,
Beware, ye travellers too bold!
They wrap you in their clinging hair,
And then the scaly limbs enfold,
Down in the bog and cold.

No eye has seen a Mewlip face,
Only the sodden weeds which trace
Strange fungal features dimly guessed,
A maw that seeks and gapes apace,
Dining without a grace.

Seek not the Mewlip marshes fey!
Walk not that slime-beshadowed way,
Naught but the mould'ring head-bones jest,
Baring their teeth to the wincing day,
Clacking their jaws with 'nay!'

This is the expanded version; is that any scarier? :devilish     Comments still wanted, Anwulf, as there is some awkwardness resulting from the revised scansion/metre.  Stanzas three and four need stylistic work as well...  

Edited by: Artimidor Federkiel at: 2/20/05 8:57

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