Wonderful Welcome

Welcome to the corner of the universe where stories are told the old fashioned way … in poetry form. To kickstart my writing career, what better beginning than to release Beowulf: The Midgard Epic? (Thanks, Stitched Smile Publications, LLC!) The challenge of reworking something as ancient and beloved as the English language’s first piece of literature started out as a daunting, if not all but impossible, task. However, I set forth to craft something I hoped would have made J.R.R. Tolkien proud. Utilizing iambic tetrameter (a line of poetry consisting of four iambic feet), I decided to format the rhyme scheme rhythmically to accentuate the action and events of the story. The end result was a style unique and well suited for Beowulf.

Throughout the course of this blog, I will be delving into poetry techniques to teach the craft as I myself am learning. Don’t worry. It’s not going to feel like a college lit class. No exams or quizzes. Well, maybe … Nah. Just good old fashioned fun. Don’t fret if the term I introduced earlier seems a bit heavy. As we progress together, leading up to the November 2016 release date of Beowulf: The Midgard Epic, I’ll familiarize you in detail about counting poetic feet. And have no fear; they don’t stink. (Bad joke … sorry) Likewise, I’ll be posting a weekly flash fiction snippet of the prequel to Beowulf: The Midgard Epic, where audiences will learn about the race of creatures the world knows as Grendel and his mother, with some new and unexpected twists thrown in.

So … Sit back, read, share, spread the word, and get ready. Beowulf is coming back from the dead … (Foreshadowing maybe?)

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The Skald

Many moons and long ago an epic crisis rose
Mortal mission to the world eclipsed the Poet’s pose
Entry after entry he had written many times
Crafting tales of wonder in a plethora of rhymes
Cultivated in his skill, a skald unto the Norns
Waiting patiently for fate to blow its ardent horns
Then he met with Beowulf and learned of ancient plight
Then he learned of Grendel and of what it means to fight
Fingers to the keyboard, he composed what came before
This time with much fervor, setting pace in rhythmic score
Lo, iambic tetrameter was the flowing blood
Washing o’er it’s presence; o’er this epic’s raining flood
Beowulf seemed pleasant as the words the skald would write
Sometimes in the morning; sometimes written late at night
Many tales have come and many tales have yet to spin
Beowulf still listens and the good guys, they still win
Though the tired cliche might get its arm pulled out of whack
Still the skald is writing and he’ll keep the plot on track
Nearly forty-two and still the wonder of a child
Drives this Poet’s privy mostly calm, but often wild
Everything is changing and the changes are worth while
Now it won’t be long and Beowulf will thank Stitched Smile
They the house that took him and his skald to be their own
I, James Matthew Byers, to the world now make it known …