Today haikujaguar posted a picture of a favorite character, Dlane, returned after a long absence.


Dlane Smug Again

So I wrote the following poem. The Cheldzan Jokku is here, a monument to when the Jokka first hit print. It includes a lexicon for you conlang fans.





I’ve missed this place.
I haven’t been here for a long time.

In the dark of the night,
the cheldzan Jokku is quiet.
The coals of a campfire still glow dimly.
Here on a flat rock
lie scattered remnants of the day’s activities:
a map traced in rainbow squares,
the colored stones of a jenadha game,
and several pieces of a half-finished clay
about eku, the truedark hour.

The eperu are dream-dozing under a tree,
their ñedsu curled asleep at their feet.
In the shadows, the tethered rikka
make soft herd-murmurs.

I haven’t been here for a long time.
I’ve missed this place.

The curve of the tree trunk embraces my back
as I lean against it, waiting for
the light of ide and the bustle of day.

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Current Mood: nostalgic