Jadis: A Chronicles of Narnia Poem
~ by Patrick W. Kavanagh I am Queen, and who but I should reign? The creatures of this world have had nine hundred years and brought it little gain. That wretched Beast who drove me…
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~ by Patrick W. Kavanagh I am Queen, and who but I should reign? The creatures of this world have had nine hundred years and brought it little gain. That wretched Beast who drove me…
The Sanhedrin couldn’t risk entering Pilate the Gentile’s praetorium and becoming defiled on the Passover weekend, so as the sun rose over Jerusalem, they congregated outside the front gate, the first layer of a densely…
By Clare Dakin Word Count: 197 Rating: G (suitable for all audiences) Summary: A poem about why love matters Love matters – the gentle sway of my mind when the bars have come down and…
When I first heard that this year’s topic of the project “I read, therefore I am” is "silence", I thought there was nothing to tell about it in relation to Tolkien. At first sight, it seems…
~ by Amanda Tkaczow Dressed in a cotton nightgown, a silk robe and slippers, and holding a candle, the Gentle wandered the torch-lit halls of Cair Paravel. The young queen greeted guards on duty whom…
Swan and dragon Water and flame Grace and fierceness Fair yet untamed Wings like the snow Breath like the sun Blessing and curse Welded in one Bird-like voice And swan-like lyre Lizard’s eyes And darts…
~ by Dee Bran Author’s Note: This poem was inspired by the inner struggles Orual faced in “Till We Have Faces” and some struggles we all seem to have. Although Orual suffered and did not…
Attention recruits! In order to prepare you for maintaining order throughout our great empire and to hunt down the rebel scum, The Emperor has released important Imperial files which detail the design and inspiration of…
By Amanda Pizzolatto (alias Aurora Mandeville) Word Count: 31845 Rating: PG for scary situations Summary: Nico Di Angelo, son of Hades, is used to being alone, until one day a girl with auburn hair waltzes…
~ by Patrick W. Kavanagh She looked as dusty as the road I walked that autumn day. “Come rest here by this shady bridge, young sir, and share a pipe. My pouch is all but…
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