Kazakhrider
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I've done a few poems about Narnia, but here are three, a poem about Calormen, an allegory of Narnia, and a humorous poem about, er, owls 
The Allure of Calormen
Bubbles of domed minarets
Form a blue sea o'er the earth.
Like Atlantis, all else lies beneath,
Amidst the creamy foam of white-washed pumice
Carved with the curves and swirls of waves
In this molten sea.
Palaces like pearly trinkets;
Each puffed pink-and-white shell
Clasped in hot, pale sand,
A gleaming gloss upon the round cusps.
Surreal, fruity blooms penetrate cracked marble,
Erupting in leafy spirals of delight.
Crystal salt of the sea congeals,
Stinging and blinding all sight.
Too tangy and twisty to taste,
Slapped handfuls rub on flat meat and fish;
These glittering minerals syphon streams of sweat,
Unlike the thirst-quenching quartz.
Golden Narnia
Glorious, golden Narnia;
Steeped in memories,
Like rich, strong wine
Splashing into burnished cups.
So solemn and sweet her air,
Scented with nectar
And the sharp, pungent twist
Of bitter herbs.
Fair Lady, robed in fine silks:
Mature russet and brown,
Soft, shuddering green,
And stiff, shiny white.
Strength to her, and long life!
Uncommon clever with the bow;
Swift shot and hard twang
Force the hand of a slashing foe.
More lovely the blushing cheek
Adored by her courtiers.
They attend her, vying heartily
During the warm, golden afternoon.
The Parliament of Owls
To the bat-ridden belfry
All darkened in ivy
The Parliament flew,
Their politeness askew;
Seated sideways in clutter;
Owls keen and aflutter
With whetted wings whirring
Pending the Conferring.
The Meeting began
With an Agenda Plan.
“Tu-whoo, trrr-twoo!
Our numbers are few,
But the Bats hung beside us
Will twice multiply us,
And be good Sustenance!”
This Motion was carried
By these Owls so varied;
Some matted and spotted
And several quite knotted.
As you might suspect
(And you’d be quite correct)
The more varied assortments
Caused diff'ring comportments
As arguments rose,
Turning Friends into Foes.
The clacker of beakles
Amidst cracks and creakles
As stones started straining,
Firm strongholds abstaining,
Each perch lurching, swaying.
Indignant hoots deaf'ning!
The bell ring-a-dinging!
Harsh words, flashing eyes,
(Stones about to capsize)
Absorbed with their affair
Except all around where
The tall tower was rocking,
Clock craz’ly tick-tocking
‘Till a structural lapse
Caused the lot to collapse!
Stones flat, round, and square,
Shot the Owls through the air
(Utt'ring Splutters and Flusters,
Like squashed feather dusters.)
And as the scene settled
O'er crowds of Owls nettled,
The landscape 'came clear
And 'twas apparent here:
Twelve rubbled piles mounded,
Sites of towers grounded.
Cried one Owl: “They’re gone!
We need to move on!
What of Cair Paravel?
In its lofts we can dwell!”
News reached Royal halls;
The King fortified walls,
Banging in screws and nails
'Twixt curses and wails
And miserable howls
In Bemoanment of Owls.
The Allure of Calormen
Bubbles of domed minarets
Form a blue sea o'er the earth.
Like Atlantis, all else lies beneath,
Amidst the creamy foam of white-washed pumice
Carved with the curves and swirls of waves
In this molten sea.
Palaces like pearly trinkets;
Each puffed pink-and-white shell
Clasped in hot, pale sand,
A gleaming gloss upon the round cusps.
Surreal, fruity blooms penetrate cracked marble,
Erupting in leafy spirals of delight.
Crystal salt of the sea congeals,
Stinging and blinding all sight.
Too tangy and twisty to taste,
Slapped handfuls rub on flat meat and fish;
These glittering minerals syphon streams of sweat,
Unlike the thirst-quenching quartz.
Golden Narnia
Glorious, golden Narnia;
Steeped in memories,
Like rich, strong wine
Splashing into burnished cups.
So solemn and sweet her air,
Scented with nectar
And the sharp, pungent twist
Of bitter herbs.
Fair Lady, robed in fine silks:
Mature russet and brown,
Soft, shuddering green,
And stiff, shiny white.
Strength to her, and long life!
Uncommon clever with the bow;
Swift shot and hard twang
Force the hand of a slashing foe.
More lovely the blushing cheek
Adored by her courtiers.
They attend her, vying heartily
During the warm, golden afternoon.
The Parliament of Owls
To the bat-ridden belfry
All darkened in ivy
The Parliament flew,
Their politeness askew;
Seated sideways in clutter;
Owls keen and aflutter
With whetted wings whirring
Pending the Conferring.
The Meeting began
With an Agenda Plan.
“Tu-whoo, trrr-twoo!
Our numbers are few,
But the Bats hung beside us
Will twice multiply us,
And be good Sustenance!”
This Motion was carried
By these Owls so varied;
Some matted and spotted
And several quite knotted.
As you might suspect
(And you’d be quite correct)
The more varied assortments
Caused diff'ring comportments
As arguments rose,
Turning Friends into Foes.
The clacker of beakles
Amidst cracks and creakles
As stones started straining,
Firm strongholds abstaining,
Each perch lurching, swaying.
Indignant hoots deaf'ning!
The bell ring-a-dinging!
Harsh words, flashing eyes,
(Stones about to capsize)
Absorbed with their affair
Except all around where
The tall tower was rocking,
Clock craz’ly tick-tocking
‘Till a structural lapse
Caused the lot to collapse!
Stones flat, round, and square,
Shot the Owls through the air
(Utt'ring Splutters and Flusters,
Like squashed feather dusters.)
And as the scene settled
O'er crowds of Owls nettled,
The landscape 'came clear
And 'twas apparent here:
Twelve rubbled piles mounded,
Sites of towers grounded.
Cried one Owl: “They’re gone!
We need to move on!
What of Cair Paravel?
In its lofts we can dwell!”
News reached Royal halls;
The King fortified walls,
Banging in screws and nails
'Twixt curses and wails
And miserable howls
In Bemoanment of Owls.
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