firewedding balefire tales 4

Come end o’ growin’ season,
 One Eye has done work ont nine
 an goes wi Baugi to see
 Eavy wi Drink abaht sup o’ mead.

 ‘Eavy wi Drink says “Tha
 offered what’s mine, Baugi
 wi art a word to me.
 No, he cannot av a sup.
 The bleeding gall o’ ye!”

 One Eye, says ‘Abaht r bargain? 
 “If he won’t agree to yourn
 bargain wi me then
 you’ve got to gi us leg up t’
 get inta Tha Wanna Scrap’s cave.”
 ” I’m ashamed o’ ma bloody bro.
 Aye, I’ll help thee. It’s least…”

 Baugi leads way to nearest part
 o’ t’ cave.  One Eye teks an auger
 from unna his cloak, hands it
 to Baugi for him to drill

 through t’ rock. Baugi does so,
 and after much towin’ announces
 “T ‘ oyle’s finished.”

 One Eye blows inta t’oyle
 an rock-dust blows back
 inta his kite,
 he  knows Baugi lies.

 One Eye says “Tha should finish
 what tha start.”  So giant drills agin.
 Baugi proclaims ” T’oyle’s done”

 One Eye blows into t’ oyle.
 There’s no blowback. One Eye
 says “Cheers mate.” changes
 inta a snake an slithers through t’oyle.

 Baugi stabs auger atta him
 but One Eye meks it through
 Once inside, he changes agin
 inta a young man an meks his way

 to where Tha Wanna Scrap  guards
 mead. He wins her favour an she says

 “If tha’ll sleep with us fo’ three neets
 I’ll  gi ye three sips o’ us mead. ”
 Atta’d third night, One Eye goes
 t’ mead, which is in three vats, drinks contents on all in single sup.

 He changes into an eagle,
 flies off toward big lads oam
 with his prize in his throat.

 ‘Eavy Wi Drink discovers One Eyes’  trick changes to an eagle an all an giz chase

 When the big lads see boss
 ont way wi ‘Eavy Wi Drink close
 behind they set art several
 vessels at edge o’ t’ oam.

 One Eye reaches oam
 afore ‘Eavy can catch him,
 and ‘Eavy backs off.

 As One Eye comes to t’ vessels
 he throws up mead into them
 like a bird to its bairns.

 Few drops fall from his beak to us
 here. These drops are t’ source on all
 skills a bad an mediocre poets an scholars.

 True poets and scholars
 One Eye giz his mead
 hissen and wi care.

 Raise thee jars nar, a final
 as tha needs a kip.
 Time t’ get some
 shuteye an fast on.

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firewedding balefire tales 3

One Eye disguises himsen as a refugee
 farmhand an goes to farm
 of ‘Eavy wi Sup’s brother, Baugi,

 an finds nine servants mowing hay.
 He teks art a whetstone
 from unna his cloak,
 offers to sharpen their scythes.

 They eagerly agree and attawards
 marvel how well their scythes
 cut hay. They all say
 “That’s finest whetstone
 I’ve ever seen.
 ‘ow much tha want for it?”

 One Eye answers “Aye, I’ll
 part wi it,
 but,” he warns them,
 “you must pay a high price.”

He throws stone into the air
 an in their scramble
 keen blades an scuffle
 kill each other.

 One Eye then goes to Baugi’s door
 says ” Me names Worker o’ Misfortune
 an as yon nine farmhands
 a yourn av sought
 to so basely kill
 each other over
 a dispute in field
 am offerin’ to do
 work on all nine.”

 “As reward, I’ll Av
 a sip of ‘Eavy wi Sup’s mead.”

 Baugi says ” I’ve no control of mead
 and me bro guards it jealously,
 but if tha can perform work o’ nine
 men reight
 I’ll help thee get some sup on it.”

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firewedding balefire tales 2

tha may ask thee sen
 what happened
 to Deceiver an Screamer
 an this mead

 well, ‘nother day
 they teks giant Gilling art to sea
 drahn him fo’ sport.
 Gilling’s wife weep galls them
 so much as she passes
 under doorway
 o’ their house they drop
 a millstone on her.

 Gilling’s son, called ‘Eavy wi Sup
 learns o’ his father’s murder,
 he seizes Screamer an Deceiver
 at low tide, teks ’em art to a reef
 soon t’ be covered by wet wash
 o’ waves. Two lads say “Don’t let
 us die ‘Eavy. Please don’t.”
 ‘Eavy wi Sup says “al let thee go
 if tha gis me tha mead”

 he hides mead
 in a cave unna a mountain
 called Throbbin’ Rock
 an asks his daughter
 called ‘Tha wanna scrap’
 who agrees to look atta it.

 ****

 Nar One Eye, chief of big lads,
 fidgets an is not bakkards
 at coming forard
 in his want o’ wisdom,
 is reight naffed off
 wi rich mead hoarded
 away unna a mountain.

 He wants it fo’ himsen
 an other’s as is worth it.

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Gabriel’s Hounds

as tha hurd gabriel’s hounds
 o’er t’ moors
 or is it honking o’ geese

 as tha seen feasting
 on the beast
 by forgotten soldier’s moulderin’

 in gulley or shell shattered
 a tha hurd hunt
 o’er ripening fields

 n as they come close up
 their growlin’ gets quieter
 n thy knows end is near

 tha hounds o’ thee mind
 r atta thee fo what tha
 meant to do an what thy r

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firewedding

inhale my sage, mint,
 basil, saint john’s wort,
 sunflower and lavender

 leap through my balefire
 an ‘I do’

 burn my gorse and hay
 fields to stubble

 dress me in dried herbs,
 potpourri, seashells, summer flowers, and fruits.

 colour me blue, green, and yellow

 let me handfast to you
 think on harvest to come

*******

breathe in mistletoe
 oak, rowan, and fir.

 watch sticky moon rise
 gold
 as if honey
 outa hive

 yon fires r small suns
 t’ massive blaze
 nar set this short neet

 she as bairn
 in her belly
 and soon a must pass
 this fertile crahn
 from oak t’ holly

 tek int shape
 and tale
 o’ other folks fires
 on yon hills
 as tha would pattern
 stars make
 int neet sky wi art clards
 an scry what’s t’come

 an sup elder wine
 an et this bread
 of yon fields
 grahnd thru yon stones
 into fire
 into r gobs
 an bellies

 an leet a candle
 a midneet
 aside this bowl
 a rain watta
 t’ catch moon n
 wash
 r face n hands
 in it

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tenderness

does not touch
 his hand hovers
 above the raised hairs
 of her warm skin

 his palm feels the warm
 radiating from her curves
 as his hand moves
 always at the same height
 over her radiating skin

 she sighs at the faint gust
 as his hands move the air
 above her naked flesh

 ****

 he puts his lips together
 and slowly breathes
 along her undulations
 watches her sinews
 lift and fall with each
 exhalation and shudder
 as he inhales her heat

 his breath follows
 her contours never
 gathering in squalls
 or crosswinds never
 more than a wisp
 easing aside tapers
 of grass and young
 slivers of dew drench

 ******

 before they touch
 her flesh heat lifts scents
 of musk, sandalwood,
 rose, cinnamon
 and cardomom
 she inhales his black
 pepper and liquorice
 allows the spice
 as if she is a lit
 candle burning
 his fragrance into air

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fire n’ watta

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let us walk ‘tween tha fires
through tha shudderflesh
into tha swelled beckonin’ lily

as us lay unner white thorn
a lintel to r laptongues
tha flame hardened hills
ma hardened stave

an forget lilies an hawthorn
r poisonous an deadly
an forget toilsweat
an sharts of “work to be done

if thas finished gallivantin’
an gettin’ her arse soaked
an tha dick wet.”

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