Sandra Goudie writes an Ode in response to Victor Billot's Ode
Ode to Poet Troll, by Sandra Goudie
From Otago Gold emerges the Poet Troll
Cackling, gleeful, cup overfull,
Rubbing hands, rubbing tummy,
Licking his words, mmm, how yummy,
Recording history in a series of licks,
Clever analogy, stylish quips,
Gold words sifting between his fingers,
Images of elven magic lingers,
And all the while thousands gather,
In spite of the Red Queens lowly scribes,
Talking bunkum, hocus pocus,
Facts and figures escaping mortal notice,
The horse is wormed and all the better,
Nights aglow and mushrooms matter,
Chainsaws stir, motors thrum,
Bush beating its endless drum..
Elven clans come together
Crossing boundaries throughout the land,
There is no cliff to end this tale
Time has yet to sift this sand….
The Elf Princess of Castle Novavax, by Victor Billot
A strange land in the north; a land that time forgot.
In amongst the dense mountain bush
dance small faerie hobbits with wings;
they are the Green Coromandellians.
And then dancing amongst them
are knobbly headed dwarves with chainsaws
drinking jugs of toxic mine tailings;
they are the Blue Coromandellians.
But there is one who rules over them all.
Here dances Elf Princess Sandy Novavax
to the flutes and tambourines of elf music in her head.
And though the Red Queen drums her fingers
and the learned scholars and physicians all say
drink the standard plague elixir please,
the Elf Princess says no!
I wait for the magick star-bellied elixir,
for I am a very special elf.
And the lowly scribes say, forsooth
you are talking bunkum and hocus pocus.
But the Elf Princess doubles down
and calls for a goblet of horse worming potion.
And her Elf Prince sitting on a small mushroom nearby
says I have stared into my crystal ball of a night;
and the dark sorcery of RNA and 5G
and webbed feet and forks sticking to my forehead
is upon the land.
The ways of men are not for us, say Elf royalty;
and we dance to our flutes and tambourines,
right up to and over the cliff. Victor Billot has previously been moved to write Odes for such New Zealand luminaries as Mayor Tim, Brian Tamaki, Willis and Rawnsley, Dr Siouxsie Wiles, Duncan Garner, and Garrick Tremain.
