Light Brought by Darkness – Poetry by Darian

THL Darian Valski, my love, wrote another poem for me for White Hart this year. I am posting the write-up below and his poem on his behalf, with his permission.

 

This poem was written following the style and structure of the Pearl Poet’s work Pearl (Perle in the middle English manuscript). There are a number of elements that characterize this complex poem which I have implemented in my own creation. Stylistically, the Perle makes use of both the allegory and dream vision genres, which I likewise utilized to maintain a common tone with the original piece.

In structure, I followed the intricate choices made by the poet, consisting of four main points. First, the Perle is composed of 101 12 line stanzas. Secondly, I used the same rhyme scheme used within the original work, that being a-b-a-b-a-b-a-b-b-c-b-c. The third characteristic I recreated was a linking word between each stanza, echoed from the last line of the proceeding stanza in the first line of the following. Lastly, the Pearl Poet wrote using alliteration throughout the piece, though it is worth noting that there was some inconsistency of its use within the greater work.

There are a few purposeful differences between Perle and my own work, which I wish to explain shortly. The first is simply the length. My piece consisted of three stanzas as it was intended to be read at White Hart before the assembled populace. The Perle not only consisted of 101 stanzas, but uses groupings of 5 stanzas denoted by a capital letter marking the beginning of each individual section. Due to both time constraints, and civility to my fellow participants, I chose to create a shorter piece. The other main deviation is that my piece is in modern English, instead of the North Western Midland example of Middle English found in the Perle manuscript. This was again chosen to allow for the populace to engage with the piece.

 

Light Brought by Darkness

I woke in wonder by a wooded way
Upon growing grass of shaded green
All life and light by where I lay
The solely somber in a happy scene
What dream I delved within that day
A sight which sours by all I’ve seen
All but for its form would be it fey
And show such life as left cold and lean
In this moving maze free of such mean
Nature’s place and province left to its peace
No shape or source of known machine
That clutched claw of man made clean

Clean sunlight stalled upon cold streams
The far shore’s sorrow willed me to shake
By the clouds’ solid shape in heaven’s seams
A marshalled maelstrom of regrets mistake
I see my silenced shadow cry empty screams
Figures bent to bear or weighted break
The memories’ grief grasped for sun’s soft gleams
Hope softly swallowed by a coiled snake
Half truths to trap what joys I take
Such simple sparks can be spent
When such fairy freedoms are proven fake
No longings loved or hand are lent
Then lent a lady to me her love
She changed a chapter in that chance
Light begot a bridge formed above
The drifting danger of flooding dance
She dipped and ducked swift as a dove
My awe alone made me advance
To meet the man I was made of
Beneath good grace, beneath her glance
It taught a truth within this trance
She healed my heart just in her hand
I shall stand sure in my stance
She is my life, my love, sworn upon our land

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