[A flight of fanciful imagination … by the power ofΒ a single word]
A couple of years ago, I wrote a very silly poem! It came to me one dayΒ as a result of a word that I usedΒ whilst having a conversation, as usual, with a close bunch of Twitter friends (or should that be a Twittersation!). The word, “morvening”, came out of my head, and I decided it would enable me to greet Jacquie Dick and Joe Hesch in the morning of New York and Albany atΒ the sameΒ time and with the same word as greeting Marsha Berry in Melbourne’s evening,Β thus paying deference to their geography. Following a tweet from JacquieΒ with the suggestion that it soundedΒ “sweetly medieval”, my imagination took flight and a poem was born! Thanks to Jacquie and the rest of the GRPGΒ (Grass Roots Poetry Group) for playing alongΒ with my eccentricity, as they all did for some time by using the word themselves, as our common daily greeting.
It is always worthwhile taking an opportunity to say thank you to those particular friends, with whom I have been ‘close’ since 2011. I owe a lot toΒ the GRPG, not least because of these sometimes silly, but always funny exchanges we shared initially on Twitter, in less than 140 characters (and later elsewhere), as we headed toward the publication of our anthology*. As diverse a group as you could imagine, I owe themΒ a lot, because I somehowΒ learned muchΒ from all ofΒ them; in fact I think they all learned from each other, in their own prticularΒ ways.Β The experience added value to my prosodicΒ life, that’s for sure.
Anyway, here’s my neologistic contribution to the literary world …
The light it was a brightening
on winterβs dawning day
it was the midnigh morvening
that showed us all the way
and how the beasties of the norn
did plague the Gothan bride,
but facing fiery teeth with Day
the Night stood by her side.
He stood eβer long with triptych scroll
and spake out loud and clear
βbehold the midnigh morvening
and be ye of good cheerβ
For all the trolls and beasts of nigh
will eβer be gone beβsoon
the magic of the morvening
βll be written in the rune
And so βtwas wrote on old tryptych,
on every sleepless bed,
that on the midnigh morvening
the Night and Day are wed.
Β© 2012 John Anstie
[Poem first published on 19 February, 2012]
JOHN ANSTIEΒ (My Poetry LibraryΒ andΒ 42) ~ is a British writer and poet, a contributing editor here atΒ Bardo, and multi-talented gentleman self-described as a “Family man, Grandfather, Occasional Musician, Singer, Amateur photographer and Film-maker, Apple-MAC user, Implementation Manager, and Engineer”.Β HeΒ hasΒ participated in d’Verse Poet’s Pub and is a player in New World Creative Union as well as a being a ‘spoken-voice’ participant in Roger Allen Baut’s excellentΒ ‘Blue Sky Highway‘ radio broadcasts. John hasΒ been blogging since the beginning of 2011.Β HeΒ is also a member of The Poetry Society (UK).
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John has also been involved in the recent publication of two anthologies that are the result of online collaborations among two international groups of amateur and professional poets. One of these isΒ The Grass Roots Poetry Group, for which he produced and edited their anthology,Β “Petrichor* Rising“. The other group isΒ d’Verse Poet Pub,Β in which John’s poetry also appearsΒ The d’Verse Anthology: Voices of Contemporary World Poetry, produced and edited by Frank Watson.
*Β Petrichor – fromΒ the Greek pΙtrΙ¨kΙr, the scent of rain on the dry earth.

So fun, John! It’s still morning here in Nevada as you approach late afternoon, I suppose.
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I so appreciate every word you wrote. Both in the introduction and the poem. They say to me: “lighten up.” Something that I seriously need to do. Somehow I saw them all in long and flowing garb, somewhat dirty and winged, with a few cobwebs hanging here and there.
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Delightful. Love your poem. It takes me to the land of faerie. I have always had at least one friend who will play with me in this way. So much fun……a sort of teasing of life.
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Fantastic! I so love word play with friends, and the inspiration it can bring is priceless. Your poem reminded me both of Chaucer (the lyrical feel of it, as if it should be written in Olde English) and Lewis Carroll’s “Jabberwocky”. π As a huge fan of the fantasy genre, this is perfectly penned for such a backdrop. I like your word, “morvening”, too.
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John, so sorry. I thought that I’d commented on this … it is wonderful and we should “spread” the word … really … and we must remember where it started. Bravo! π
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