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Challenges Entered: Documentation Challenge, Period Poetry
Project: A portfolio of scroll texts, Poem - Mairghread and The Dragon,
A portfolio of scroll texts
Write up on the text for Conchobar O Mulvoge: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1ga90h79NG-BivlEsQkHLOOCSplQ4mSNF/view?usp=sharing https://docs.google.com/document/d/1jdfB4IgaIfmmL95njqCCxeHREUhI8KBIfEzqXsBvpwo/edit?usp=sharing
Laexadaela: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1iRTjhqMKjCIeEFa5BZIUCr8i49YJzpok/view?usp=sharing https://docs.google.com/document/d/1y7vf5FzZkS7nwv9kn9SUtgJpS4fey5ncA68PaPZjHig/edit?usp=sharing
Diego Porcelos: https://drive.google.com/file/d/17zINlCh5wRvOcJNNGOEWgFeIUQt6xuGE/view?usp=sharing https://docs.google.com/document/d/1BZ4lQMR5sqyh5UiKNuA7yrIW_EyXaONPoRsbAPoiQ2c/edit?usp=sharing
Silver Wheel for Persian Persona: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1PNqu3L861bh38xp4Me9jCEvKa9G9-E3U/view?usp=sharing
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1CHCQle5QIKqtXw-n-CkLWvOju0I6lPlW9ceF_S9uAn8/edit?usp=sharing
A Modified Byzantine Ceremony: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1NFacjnLNLYlJJOEXmsMMjSvcmGXDp306/view?usp=sharing https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Lz4lsHoentvu2XskFxD-J032_mGBSf0MjbX-CbgdcbQ/edit?usp=sharing
Mairghread_and_the_Dragon.mp3Mairghread and The Dragon
In the light of the moon, in the north of the land
Was a village set into the hills
The fine folk who lived there all toiled by hand
Without perturbation…. Until
There was that one winter, when down from the peaks
And out of the mountains, there flew,
With giant dread wings that were whiter than bleak,
A dragon came forth into view
His form blocked out the bleak winter sun,
And he slowly came down from the sky
Onto a stone house, with thatching homespun
And closed his large cobalt eyes
All men and women, they gathered around
With spears and with stones and with swords
They pelted the beast with whatever was found
Finally taking to skyward
Content with their victory over the beast
All shouted “Hurrah!” through the square,
Except there was one, confused by the deed
Who carefully pondered the affair.
“Why would a dragon,” Mairghread inquired,
“Fly down from the mountains like that,
And just sit on a house, breathing no fire?”
“Fool girl!” the others just spat.
“Why question such things, our homes have been saved!
The darkness came forth and we beat it back!”
The crowd continued to whoop and to wave,
But Mairghread just turned to her shack
Throughout the winter, once monthly or so
Again the dread wings of the wyrm
Would climb through the sky, o’er the village below
But their defense would always hold firm
Then when the cold of the winter departed
And spring took its hold on the land
Mairghread packed goods for a hike and started
To climb to the mountainous stand
For she had surmised that if she found the drake
She could reason with it and ask
Why it terrorized them so cruel through the break
And solve its mysterious task
Higher and higher, she climbed up the rocks
And scrabbled up over the cliffs
She walked through the rills among the great hawks
Jumped over chasms and kniffs
Until finally she found the great frosted beast,
His belly turned up to the sky
His ashen wings spread and turned to the East
And a sound that she swore was a sigh
“Great Dragon!” she stammered, quite awed from the sight
“I come from the valley below
For these several months now, you’ve come down to fight
And I come now because I must know…. Well, Why?”
Caught unaware that a visitor ranged
So far to the mountains this day,
The great winged beast took no time to arrange
Its form from where it now laid.
“Oh, you,” its voice was dark and was deep
“You just don’t understand
“All you see are the wings and a beast
“And figure that evil’s at hand!”
“But that, my dear, could not be less true
“And thank you for your trip to inquire:
This winter, from out of the mountains I flew,
Because I can not breathe fire”
“So the cold winds would blow, and they chill to the bone
And I thought ‘Look at all them below,
They all look so cozy, and I am so alone,
Perhaps I could bask in their glow”
Mairghread stepped back and started to ponder
The story the dragon now told.
“The only reason you flew to us yonder
Was because you were sick of the cold?”
The dragon he wailed, and rolled in the heat
“Yes, yes, my child, it’s true
Have you been to the mountains when it starts to sleet?
It’s a cold that would chill you right through!”
“Well, I know how to help you, if that is your need,
And there is no time left to lose.
Give me these six months, I’ll work with great speed
But I think I know something to suit you”
She ran down the hill, and over the rocks,
And ran to the quaint village farm
Everyone there just stared in their shock
That she came from the dragon unharmed
She talked the farmers, and recounted her tale
And told every detail in full
She would need all their help, from hill and from dale,
And she would need every ounce of their wool
She spun through the night, and stitched through the day,
And she wove and she wove and she wove.
Then in the fall, as the wind made its bray
She took twenty men to the trove
“I need all your help, whatever the cost
Please come with me up to the hills.
If we deliver this sweater before the first frost
Then we’ll cure our dragon based ills”
And so they all climbed up the rocks and the rills
Through the eaves and the crags to the drake
And fitted the sweater up over his gills,
A fine handmade woolen keepsake
“So, Dragon, I made this on my very loom
Consider it a gift from the ville
I’ll come back when the flowers below start to bloom
And help you get out of the twill”
Silent it stood, and looked down its form
With the wool like yuletide embrace
“You mean this winter, I’ll finally be warm?
I won’t need to chase
“From warm rock to warm rock
and try to escape
the snow covered chocks
The chilly landscape?”
The legends they hold that dragons don’t cry,
But twenty-one people saw what they thought
Was a small little trickle come out of its eye
And splash to the rocks in a spot
“Thank you, dear friend, I’ll never forget
The kindness today you have shown me
I am not sure that I can repay the great debt,
If there’s ever a way, just come ask me”
So came the winter, out over the vale
Everyone basked by their fires
Every so often, in the distance a pale
Shadow would rise from spires
Sometimes the dragon would just flutter by,
And turn one wing towards the town
Mairghread would wave into the cold sky
But the dragon would never touch down.
Every Six months with twenty strong men
They’d climb to the summit edirne
In Spring they would doff, and she’d start to mend
The sweater ahead of the turn
And in autumn, when leaves had started to color
They’d climb back up to the drake
They’d help the poor soul back into his sweater
That only new friendship could make
In the light of the moon, in the north of the land
Was a village set into the dale
The fine folk who lived there all toiled by hand
With a friend who was covered with scales
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