The light it was a brightening
on winter’s 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 e’er long with Triptych scroll
and spake out loud and clear
“behold the midnigh morvening
and be ye of good cheer”
for all the trolls and beasts of nigh
will e’er be gone and soon
the magic of the morvening
‘ll be written in the rune
And so ’twas wrote on old triptych,
on every sleepless bed,
that on the midnigh morvening
the Night and Day were wed.
© 2012 John Anstie
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About PoetJanstie
“Life is short and art long, the crisis fleeting, experience penniless and decision difficult”
~ Hippocrates.
As a young man, John enjoyed being fit and sporting. It was then as much his recreational therapy as a cappella harmony singing, music, walking in the hills and writing is now. Playing Rugby Union for over twenty years, encouraged in the early days by a school that was run on the same lines as Gordonstoun, giving shape and discipline to a sometimes precarious early life.
This fitness was enhanced by working part time jobs in farming, as a leather factory packer and security guard, but probably not helped, for a short time, by selling ice cream!
His professional working life was spent as a Metallurgical Engineer, Marketing Manager, Export Sales Manager, Implementation Manager and Managing Director of his own company. Thirty five years spent, apparently in a creative desert, raising a family, pursuing a career and helping to pay the bills, probably enriched his experience, because his renaissance, on retirement, realised a hidden creative talent as a writer of prose and poetry. He also enjoys music, with a piano and a forty-nine year old Yamaha FG140 acoustic guitar. He sings bass in three a cappella harmony groups: as a founding member of a mixed voice chamber choir, Fox Valley Voices and a mixed barbershop quartet. He is also a member of one of the top barbershop choruses in the UK, Hallmark of Harmony (the Sheffield Barbershop Harmony Club), who, for the eighth time in 40 years, became UK Champions in 2019. He is also a would be (once upon a time or 'has been') photographer with drawers full of his own history, and an occasional, but lapsed 'film' maker. In his other life, he doubles as a Husband, Father, Grandfather, Brother, Uncle, Cousin, Friend and Family man.
What he writes is sometimes autobiographical, often political, sometimes dark and frequently pins his colours to the mast of climate change and how humans are trashing the Earth. In 2013, he published an anthology of the poetry (including his own) of an international group of poets, who met on Twitter in 2011. He produced, edited and steered the product of this work, "Petrichor Rising", to publication by Aquillrelle.
His sort of strapline sort of reads: “ iWrite iSing iDance iVolunteer ”
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do you ever wonder where the thoughts of a faerie tale comes from?
sometimes I think a memory of self long ago…or the spirit of yourself long ago….
imagination is essence of spirit I think,
and you have such a wonderful flow of all imagination encompasses…
this was a great poem, I love it!
Take care….
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ladybluerose
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A good question, where the faerie tale comes from, and difficult to answer. Influenced by many things, Tolkien Rings trilogy included. Environment: a lot of it deeply embedded in the subconscious, I think; how it got there only conscious memory could unravel, would that I had any of that! Gene pool: now here’s a controversial one, but I believe it is possible for environment, including what we ingest and inhale, to influence our genetic structure and, it surely follows therefore, on the physics and chemistry of our memory and imagination…?
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somehow this has a lord of the ring feeling for me…nice..
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One of my favourite books, which absorbed me at an important time as a young student. JRT is a master story teller. I just remembered writing a song about it long ago…hmm memories.
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yes…was reading it when i was a teenager and just loved it..and still do.. i wrote a poem “you were Aragorn” a while ago about the guy who introduced me to the book.. tolkien is a master story teller indeed..
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Would love to see your “Aragorn” poem. This reminds me, forty years ago I actually wrote a song, for goodness sake. I think the tune was fairly pedestrian, but I can remember a few of the words. Must dig it out. Thanks for reminding me.
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has an old ring to it… loved the story behind the poem
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Ha! Love this. So good and so glad to have found you!
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Thank you, Becky, the feeling is mutual.
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lol…I thoroughly enjoyed this, John! I agree, the flow is marvellous…a great children’s story. And, I too, am proud to be a part of the GRPG and your mate 🙂
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Ah, thanks for appreciating a bit of silliness, Lou ;-). Hope you read the commentary too. I have to say that I love the feel of it; a bit like a (perhaps not so young) children’s fairy story.
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Absolutely loverly! I love the flow of this, and the fun of it. I’m very glad to be a grass roots poet friend of yours, John.
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Thank you very much, Q, and, mad as the poem seems, it is fun and there could well be a story behind it. Thank the heavens we are blessed with imaginations.
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