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shannots

by Elizabeth Jill



Beware the Drave who lives beneath your floor.
Put on your thickest socks and boots and more.
Sip only from the fingers who have brought you tea
and traded with you shannots from their private poetry.

There is a darkness coming sacred same as light;
it sleets upon the one who does not want to fight.
Comes in between the chilling caustic spume,
intent on hurling your and my emotions into doom.

'tempt not to be the Drave's kick-can
clattering in its pathetic street of play;
thwart fast its snag-toothed smatterings
and turn them quickly into clay.

'twere up to me I'd squeak I'd warn
encountering Drave's lofty scorn;
for ~ Draves are masters of the spitten wit.
I'd warn the Garden of the Earth just who
is tromping stomping mad all over it.


Sip only from the fingers who have brought you tea
and traded with you shannots from their private poetry.








11/23/2005

Posted on 11/24/2005
Copyright © 2024 Elizabeth Jill

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Eli Skipp on 11/24/05 at 12:12 PM

One of the few rhyming poems that I have found and simply adored on this site. This is truly a piece of art, and a piece of wonderful poetry.

Posted by Mara Meade on 11/27/05 at 07:54 AM

Draves are Masters of the Spitten Wit.... Spitten... oh, this is Truth, Jill. As you know, this moves me beyond my capacity for words...

Posted by Laura Doom on 12/01/05 at 12:48 AM

Amazing - this piece seems to incorporate so many forms and shapes, and with a smattering of neologisms - inimitable writing Jill, you seem to be building an impressively eclectic collection of poetry here :)

Posted by Mary Ellen Smith on 04/28/06 at 09:54 PM

A foreboding feeling you create here...draws one in....

Posted by Eli Skipp on 04/14/07 at 06:38 PM

I know I have posted a comment previously and have kept this poem on my favorites list since around the time I became a Pathetic poet, but I want you to know that the word "shannot(s)" has officially become a part of my vocabulary. Me gusta mucho, negrita.

Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 09/09/07 at 07:53 PM

Amazing and deep metaphors, I love "and turn them quickly into clay" especially. A garden, yes, no jungle, guardian spirits be. Your tender (strong) articulate poetic being so dear, enclose, protect, poems for you always and poem tea.

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/09/07 at 10:22 PM

Jeez, not sure if it's what you had in mind, but this reads almost like a witch's chant. Very well done...darkly entertaining from start to finish.

Posted by Rhiannon Jones on 09/10/07 at 03:26 AM

Wow. I had not read this before today. Wonderful poetry --- reading this makes me feel as if I've landed in beween MacBeth and the Hobbit! "snag-toothed smatterings" and "spitten wit" are going to become permanent in my vocabulary, I think. This does have the sound of an incantation....and I like the way the meter changes a bit from one stanza to the next.

Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 09/10/07 at 06:55 PM

"'tempt not to be the Drave's kick-can clattering in its pathetic street of play;" ... you've woven a beautiful, dreamlike, forboding poem which makes the reader think ... think ... think.

Posted by Ken Harnisch on 09/12/07 at 12:17 PM

This is so rich with inner meaning and portent I only hope I am one of those who brought you tea

Posted by Jean Mollett on 09/12/07 at 06:18 PM

Hi Elizabeth, Great write. I read it on the front page. Cograt's on being pick for this weeks top Member poetry. It's no 1. It's very moving and powerful message. The way you work the words, it has it's own beauty about it, even in it's darkness. It has it's own kind of Light. :)

Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 09/12/07 at 07:01 PM

I shannot read this poem without admiring it, Jill.

Posted by Dan Kasten on 09/12/07 at 11:14 PM

Too impatient to rhyme, not smart enough to rhyme, can't handle one sylabl words, which is all I can rhyme it. Get the drift. First of all, you are writing on a different plain than the rest of us. Etherial and wise, but pointed in a way I know you to be. I shannot lie about that. I think the italicized bit of wisdom at the end should be read be each of us daily.

Posted by Tony Whitaker on 09/13/07 at 02:32 PM

I fell the essence of "Something Wicked This Way Comes" as I read and re-read this deep foreboding piece. Anyone have any Prozac? Exquisite in every stanza, line and word. Beware the Drave's "spitten wit"...

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 09/17/07 at 09:03 PM

Shakespearean indeed! Originator of words and phrases. A degree of mystery and yes, forboding too. Masterful!

Posted by Joan Serratelli on 03/24/09 at 03:16 PM

As creative as I've come to expect from you. It reminds me of an old english sonnet, written in true Shakespherean fashion.I usually shy away from pieces like this, but this is really an incredible piece. Love it!

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 10/26/09 at 12:25 PM

it would have saved the one searching for the fountain of youth, quite a journey, if he had simply come to your tea party and sipped your fingers, to sip on just one is to taste eternity.

Posted by Charlie Morgan on 11/17/09 at 04:54 PM

...elizabeth, my elizabethJill, missed this on the first time around annnnd like others just love it. great ditty and words well used.

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