This is my spoken word piece from last weeks Spoken word night at the exhibition pub in York. (For reference, the other poems I read were ‘Mushrooms’ and ‘The Lovers’) I’m quite happy with this, as I haven’t written that much stuff that is directly intended as spoken word, so it makes me happy when i can, and this one is a tongue-in-cheek tribute to Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman, and all those people who say the fantasy ‘isn’t real literature’ just because they don’t personally like it.. Hey, i would totally read a stream-of-consciousness rant about a zoo, it sounds cool, but also i like things with dragons and magic in them.
I would personally recommend putting your best snob-level sneering posh voice on and speaking it out loud, especially for the first part of the poem. But, it’s up to you 😉
We’re told fantasy isn’t as deep
or as meaningful
or as intellectual
or as true
as a stream of consciousness rant
from the perspective of a man
visiting the zoo.
Dragons are silly, mythical things
with no relevalnce to reality
Absurdist notiions that belong
in childrens tales,
barely worthy of being called Lit-Er-A-Ture.
Don’t get me started on elves,
And no, i’m not going to argue about which elves,
They are all ridiculous.
The Thing is, we have always told stories.
Dragons, have a habit of… popping up.
If there’s life out there in space,
and it’s like us
Then they tell tales of fearsome winged beasts
and the knights that come to save the day
The gifts and curses they bestow
to while away an evening
to sing, inspire and show.
The Monster that lurks, underneath the bed,
That we hide with mothers kiss
keeps us reasoning, loyal
makes sure our parents keep us safe
so that we, in turn, will keep them
when in age the beasts return
The faerie come back to them when they are alone
the snakes of ageing come for memory
Ghost, are silly, idle things
clinging to that they loved in life
like when your loved ones leave you
but you need to know they’re still there
despite their journey into misty waters
a ferryman’s chill call
We need to know they’re still with us,
to check us, when we fail, or fall.
I’m sure, as you realise,
our fantasies are flawed
We cling to them
we need them.
As much as food, or drink, or souls.
Yes,. Dragons are silly
there’s no monster ‘neath the bed
but as a great man once said
“The thing with Dragons is, They each us they can be beaten”
Fantasy is Inherent,
we need it to survive.
If dragons can be beaten,
We can do more than stay alive.
(The image is from google image search, i can’t find a link to reference it)