Category: Poetry

Craic In The World 10
(The Protectors Reform)

When all was said, and all was done,
They sat together. Their battle was won.
Patty filled Ted in as much as she could.
Then Zoe told stories of evil and good.

She told them of the event that was set off in time,
And how Earth and Otherworld continue to unwind.
She told them of the conduits, who them bound together,
And the ancient plan for how. Jayshawn thought she was clever.
Then she told them all about, her woes and of her mirth,
To be the last living conduit, on the planet earth…

At this revelation, the table went silent with dread.

Jayshawn: “Are you saying without you, we would all be dead?”

Zoe: “Not quite dead, but you’d be lifeless.
This world continues to slow-
All wondrous and fantastic activity-
That allows this world to grow.
If it’s bond with Otherworld
Is severed for a moment,
All beauty and joy would cease to exist,
And a similar fate would be reckoned-
To the people of Otherworld.
They’d be more like abstract thoughts.
Floating around with no concrete form,
I guess you can connect the dots.”

Patty: “You need help right away!
And we’ll be there for you!
I say we make Jayshawn the leader!
All who think it’s cool?”

Jayshawn: “What??”

Everyone raised their hand in a moment.
Jayshawn looked around and sighed.

Jayshawn: “This isn’t something I should be scared of.
In fact, I take some pride.
We’re the last protectors on Earth?
We’ll protect Zoe to the death.
I’ve accepted that this is the reason-
Why God gave me breath.”

And so The Conduit had her Protectors.
But safe would she always be?
There’s many-a-thing in Ballyshannon,
I suppose we’ll read on and see!

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Craic In The World 9
(To Catch A Werewolf)

Patty grabbed a cricket bat,
From off the wall at the pub.
Jayshawn grabbed himself one too,
To use as a sort of club.

The werewolf man was almost upon her,
Zoe trembled and backed away.
Now there was no time to wait for Cumina.
They had to fight this day.

Jayshawn said a little prayer,
Then they dashed out at the beast.
Patty swung at the beast’s knees,
And took him off his feet.

Zoe screamed and turned and ran.
The beast caught Jayshawn’s bat.
He splintered it within his grip,
And roared on top of that.

Jayshawn and Patty took a step or two back,
But Patty barked in his face.

Patty: “Back down, Ted! I know you’re in there!
Get back to the safe place!”

Ted’s roar turned to a guttural growl,
And Patty pushed forward toward him.

Patty: “Ted, I am NOT letting you do this.
Do you hear me?! Are you within?!”

Ted backed up into a corner,
His werewolf form unsure.
Patty reached out to touch him,
But he swatted at her more.
Then from atop a nearby wall,
In the alley they had led him to,
They heard a song in Gaelic sung
By a voice that was solemn and blue.

Jayshawn looked up and saw Zoe,
Or Ziona as she said her name was.
She was singing to the beast below.
And he whined and raked his claws,
Against the brick of the wall that separated
Him from his pale white prey,
But Ted Hallet in werewolf form,
Would not get her this day.

An arrow from Cumina’s bow,
Flew down the alley and hit,
Ted’s backside, and penetrated deep,
And the beast began to quit.

Ted turned back into a man,
Naked in that alleyway.
Patty pulled the arrow right out.

Jayshawn: “Are you sure that that’s the way-“

Patty: “He still has healing powers going,
Up to an hour after he’s changed.
If I left that arrow in his rear,
His seat he’d need to rearrange.”

Jayshawn: “That still doesn’t really explain,
How he fell asleep like that.”

Cumina came down the alleyway,
Swaggering like a cat.

Patty: “You sure waited long enough.”

Cumina: “I had to find my bow!
It’s very seldom I get to use it now,
Come on, pick him up and let’s go!”

Jayshawn: “I don’t like this guys,
What if his sleepyness is a trick?”

Cumina: “It isn’t, numbskull, I did it.
The secret’s in my spit.”

Jayshawn: “Say what!?” Jayshawn exclaimed in shock,
“Are you telling me you’ve got venom!?”

Cumina: “It won’t kill you, but it’ll make you sleep,”

Patty: “We need to get him some denim.”

Jayshawn turned and looked up the wall,
Zoe was still standing there.
She smiled and quietly stared at them all,
Her gratitude expressed with a glare.

Jayshawn: “Why don’t you come and join us, Zo?
Maybe it’s time you had some fun.”

Patty: “Aye, I’ll treat you all to a pint.”

Zoe: “A pint? Let me show you how it’s done.”

They all laughed and Zoe climbed down the wall,
And they all went to get Ted’s clothes,
And soon enough, they ended up at The Handsome Hog,
To celebrate and drown their woes.

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Craic In The World 8
(Werewolf On The Loose)

But when Jayshawn got to the front door,
He looked out and saw a sight.
A snarling, hairy, wolf-man-beast,
Making everyone run in fright.

Patty came running,

Patty: “Ted Got out!
We have to capture him now!
Before he hurts anyone else!”

Cumina: “Or hurts himself somehow.”

Patty looked pleadingly at Cumina,
Who now looked very annoyed.

Cumina: “More help cleaning up your mess?
I am overjoyed.”

The elf took off her apron,

Cumina: “To me, a debt you owe!
Just give me a second to get my armor,
My quiver, and my bow.”

Cumina scampered off,
And Patty looked out concerned.
She looked up to Jayshawn who looked petrified.

Patty: “If there’s one thing you must have learned,
From your grandma, it’s to step up and assist.
I need your help now, Protector Jayshawn.
Things might be at their bleakest.”

Patty pointed and Jayshawn looked,
And he saw Zoe Wallace being attacked.
She had climbed up to an awning above a shop,
But the werewolf would not move back.

Patty: “If she is killed, this world will collapse,
And beauty will be forever gone.
Please help us Protector Grogan, sir.
Please help us, brave Jayshawn!”

Jayshawn: “Look, just stop it. You’re so dramatic,
I’ll help save whoever I can.
But we’re waiting for Cumina to get back.
She’s the one with the plan.
She’s also got some arrows too,
If she wasn’t talking in metaphor.
Just chill with me, he hasn’t seen us.
Just chill for a few minutes more.”

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Craic In The World 7
(More Than Can Be Imagined)

Patty Hallet sat with Jayshawn,
His jaw dropped open in shock.
Patty Hallet chugged down her beer.
And then wiped some foam from her smock.

Patty: “My brother changes back and forth,
Not knowing when it will happen.
But sure enough, he is the Werewolf,
Of this town, Ballyshannon.”

Jayshawn: “That’s insane. I’m not sure I believe it.
Even though I saw it myself.”

Patty leaned into the table’s low light.

Patty: “Cumina there’s an elf.”

She pointed to a short bartender,
Jayshawn looked puzzled-the-more.

Jayshawn: “What the heck are you saying, now?”

Patty: “To wake up and see what’s sure!
There are more creatures hereabouts,
In this world than anyone knows.
These secrets aren’t very well kept.
You just have to look past your nose!

There are giants, and fairies, and spirits and more.
But no one will just look out their front door.
People love to be ignorant of the wonder of this world.
They say Fairytales are hogwash, meant for boys and girls.
But I know the truth, and the truth is this.
The World is more wondrous than you thought could exist.”

Cumina the alleged elf,
Came over and refilled,
Patty’s mug of beer,
With a brew both frothy and chilled.
Cumina looked like a tiny woman,
Around the age of 22.
She wore a baggy knitted hat,
In patterns of red and blue.
Her hair and hat would have covered her ears,
If pointed they really were.
And Cumina didn’t look very pleased,
With the things Patty had conferred.

Cumina: “Couldn’t help but overhearing,
You’re telling this one my secret.
Tell me why I shouldn’t slit your throat,
Miss Pretty Patty Hallet?”

Jayshawn grabbed a steak knife and slide it into his sleeve.
Cumina put a hand on his wrist. And said to him-

Cumina: “Honey? Please.
If I wanted to kill either of you, I’d have done it by now.”

Patty: “Cumina comes from a warrior tribe.”

Cumina: “This conversation I’ll allow.
As long as you let me tell my own tale.
Patty has a way of lying.
Over-dramatizing the facts to fantasy,
For anyone who is inquiring.”

Patty went to protest, but Jayshawn gave her a look,
And Cumina sat down. Her time she took.

Cumina: “… I was part of the protector clan,
Out in Otherworld.
I protected the conduits who kept the link connected,
Between there and our little world.
I had it all, fortune and fame,
And a fiance that was mine.
‘Til one day I was framed for his murder.
I was stuck with the crime.

Unlike your world here, where things are black and white,
I was sentenced on a middle ground,
Where they said there was not enough light.
To see what could’ve been found.
So neither guilty nor innocent,
I was banished to Earth instead.
To live out the rest of my immortal days,
In nothing but sadness and dread.”

Patty put a hand on her shoulder,
And Jayshawn felt pangs too.
The story Cumina told brought Empathy,
For the little elf who was so blue.
She pulled the corner of her hat up,
To show Jayshawn it was true.
Her ear was long and pointed underneath.
This changed all that he knew.

Jayshawn: “So you were a protector too?”

Cumina: “Too he says, Patty, Dear?
I haven’t heard of a protector in these parts,
For over a hundred years!”

Patty: “He is one. He has the mark.”

Jayshawn looked confused.

Patty: “And I believe The Last Conduit is in Ballyshannon.
But he is less than enthused.”

Cumina: “Well we’ve got to show him his path then, don’t we!?”

Jayshawn: “You two are crazy! For reals!”

Jayshawn got up to leave the table.
Without even paying for his short meal.

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Craic In The World 6
(The Tale of Ted Hallett)

Darkness was upon Ballyshannon.
It was too hot to work in the day.
And so, at the ruins of Cullahill Castle,
They worked the night away.
The archaeologists were lead,
By native, Theodore Hallett the fifth.
His fathers worked on this same site,
It’s secrets they tried to lift.

“Sir!” A grunt called, as he put his shovel down.
“I think I found the entrance to the King’s crown!”

That passage by name was legendary.
Very few thought it was real.
Ted hopped down into the pit,
To get a better feel.

Sure as sure, a single file tunnel
Marked with engravings and art,
Had been unearthed by his new grunt member.
The who was named Bart.

Ted: “Get a team together, Johnny!
We are going in.”

Bart: “Can’t we wait for tomorrow, Teddy?
What if there’s beasties within?”

Ted: “We’re going down, and that is that.
This is an an amazing find!
They say kings stored their treasure here.
Let’s see what kind of kinds.”

Into the darkness they crept along,
The cold wind rattled their bones.
Everyone but Ted looked freaked out,
The tunnel seemed to drone.

Ted: “Johnny! Shine your light over here!”

Johnny didn’t respond.

Bart: “I think he went out to get some supplies.”

Ted: “I hope that you’re not wrong…”

They continued further, and heard something sniff.

Ted: “What’s wrong, Connor? You smelling something?”

Bart: “No. But something is.”

Ted: “Where’s Connor? Where’d he go?”

Bart: “Probably to the fridge.
I heard his tum tum rumbling.
A little bit ago.”

Bart suddenly cried out in alarm,
And Ted was all that was left to show.

A low and primal growl,
Emanated from the hall.
And forward loped a two legged hound.
Ted pressed against the wall.
It’s forelimbs were shaped like a man’s.
But clawed like a rabid dog.
He had no doubt. This was a werewolf.
And to his death he had slogged.

There was a shining pendant of stone,
Around the beast’s broad neck.
Ted grabbed it and jerked with all his might,
Trying to choke it to death.
But the pendant broke free , and hit the wall.
The stone was shattered there.
The werewolf instantly turned to gold treasures
And Ted just couldn’t leave it there.

He grabbed a necklace to confirm all was real,
And he ran out of that tomb.
But as he ran in the moonlight,
He felt a sudden gloom.
He limped right over to their tents,
And saw Bart’s mirror there.
He jumped and roared at the image he saw.
A werewolf holding its stare.
He backed away, as did the wolf,
And he suddenly realized,
He was now a werewolf too.
And he howled into the skies.

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