Chigwinkle
12/13/08, 10:11 AM
Hi, this is a peice i've been working on for a while. It is a story about An oak tree and a monkey, depicting conflict of old against new, it's unfinished at the moment, but will include dialogue between the two. The speech is inspired by E.E Cummings's typographical style. Critisms welcome:)
EDIT: Unfortunatly, the typographics won't work because I can't indent and double space. If you want the proper version I have attatched it below.
The ancient structure groans
As it's colossal, well-aged bones
Begin to creak, sending ripples
Through the forest.
Nature’s skyscraper sways
In winds that begin to decay
The very heart of the forest
With spores of new life.
Not only has he seen
Where many have not been,
He knows the forest
Like the back of his gnarled
And mossy hand,
His twisting fingers reaching
Far into forbidden parts,
Of a forbidden woodland.
I am the oldest construction in these lands, says he.
That’s a Long,
Long,
Long,
Time.
I have seen more than any human,
Conflict,
Disagreement,
And Fires. (Of which I survived, and the Forest was razed to the ground.)
My Great Domain of wood and green,
Is spread Far,
Far,
Far,
Into the Distance.
Larger than any human kingdom.
Wealth,
Greed,
And Destruction. (Qualities of which you humans possess.)
Across the jaded horizon,
Over a sea of verdant pleasure,
A bold something rises,
Its face covered in multiple guises.
A visitor,
From realms across the waters,
The gateway to the forest was ajar,
Letting in these guests from afar...
Upon paths untrodden,
These outlanders step in trepidation
Through archways of unfamiliar undergrowth,
Unknowingly dangerous to both
The natives and these unworldly strangers.
Suddenly, in excited ramblings
Of adventure and lust for wonder,
They stumble upon an eon-old root,
The creeping floor-vine of a forestry veteran.
A clash of the new-fangled
And the erstwhile.
EDIT: Unfortunatly, the typographics won't work because I can't indent and double space. If you want the proper version I have attatched it below.
The ancient structure groans
As it's colossal, well-aged bones
Begin to creak, sending ripples
Through the forest.
Nature’s skyscraper sways
In winds that begin to decay
The very heart of the forest
With spores of new life.
Not only has he seen
Where many have not been,
He knows the forest
Like the back of his gnarled
And mossy hand,
His twisting fingers reaching
Far into forbidden parts,
Of a forbidden woodland.
I am the oldest construction in these lands, says he.
That’s a Long,
Long,
Long,
Time.
I have seen more than any human,
Conflict,
Disagreement,
And Fires. (Of which I survived, and the Forest was razed to the ground.)
My Great Domain of wood and green,
Is spread Far,
Far,
Far,
Into the Distance.
Larger than any human kingdom.
Wealth,
Greed,
And Destruction. (Qualities of which you humans possess.)
Across the jaded horizon,
Over a sea of verdant pleasure,
A bold something rises,
Its face covered in multiple guises.
A visitor,
From realms across the waters,
The gateway to the forest was ajar,
Letting in these guests from afar...
Upon paths untrodden,
These outlanders step in trepidation
Through archways of unfamiliar undergrowth,
Unknowingly dangerous to both
The natives and these unworldly strangers.
Suddenly, in excited ramblings
Of adventure and lust for wonder,
They stumble upon an eon-old root,
The creeping floor-vine of a forestry veteran.
A clash of the new-fangled
And the erstwhile.