This piece, as it stands, is not what I envision for this workshop. It was actually written for weirdelfs More Meter workshop, I was trying to be brief (because of length restraints) and I think too much is crammed in these lines.

I would like to re-write the whole thing with more description and feeling. I have never written long poems, it's just never been my forte. And that's why I'm here!

I only post this, as it is, even with that last line (which would have been another verse), because I need to know if I'm on the right track.

So what are your feelings.
Ps, sorry I haven't been online much lately, friends and family... life you know:P another reason I post this as is. I do care, immensely. I will read the other submission as soon as I can.
peace guys.

I should have mentioned what this story is about, as it is not complete yet... It is a dream that I had, a very vague dream that I hope to embelish with what I feel it means... without giving away to much of my interpretation. In hindsight now, I am kinda doubting it's worth here.

It is very obscure: in the dream I was walking under the moon light with the waves crashing on the docks and the rocky shores to my left and in front of me. I start to make out what looks like a small, modern-ish village of sorts in front of me. It seems as though they were celebrating something; there are strings of amber lights cascading between streets lights on the right and the buildings on the left, very near the shore line.(I'd say the moon was setting in the west, so the 'back' of the building would be south-facing(which is; sea-facing))

As soon as I notice this in the dream I am instantly there. People are on the street, all the way into the distance. A commotion starts and they call the people to get out of the buildings. Everyone is calling, shouting and crying, beckoning each other up the hill to the right. I follow, obviously sensing something not right. We clamber up the hill to a cave entrance, into a larger mountain. As we all enter, things change. It's very dark but I can 'feel' what’s happening and almost 'see' it, through dream senses.

There are so many people, they can't help but be loud, but they seem to know what to do, so the sounds die down as they run off, to try and hide. I hear that something is entering from outside, I'm about 50 metres in the cave, my dream sense almost allows me to discern the creature, (He's actually a sea monster that I drew about 10 years ago.**) though in the dream I see mostly a shadow. I have hidden away, behind some rocks. Keeping my cool, I try to breath slow. I can sense its long tendril-like fingers reaching out before I hear their scratching on the rocks. I fear that he may smell me; I fear his fingers may find me first. He grows nearer and I try my friggin’ hardest to become part of the cave, holding my breath! His fingers scrape the rocks just ahead of me, I can see his body. He must be a demon, a dark being, for one to be able to see him in darkness. I see his sharp grin and bulging eyes, his huge body, floating past me.

He's searching to kill, though he must have no sense of smell. This giant passes without detecting me. I wait for him to turn the corner ahead and I silently sigh. I sense he's gone into other channels of the cave. Slowly stalking through the cave, I wander around, hearing cries of those he's found, it feels like ages pass. Things seem quiet, I eventually see a light. It's the light of the sun, I'm sure. (Maybe daylight stopped the creature.) Following this light I hear people calling again, only this time more hopeful. I see were the light is coming from, I've reached the opening. It's bright and as I reach for the exit, a hand clutches mine to help out. It doesn't seem that there are many people on the other side. The sun has risen, my dream eyes fly out to view the scene; us few, outside the cave mouth, near the mountain top, its gradient levelling below towards the shore. The little village and the dock and rocky shores, everything seems bright and cheery, just as a typical sunny day.

**The creature is almost like a man turned into a whale, he has a whispy shadow like appearance, very ethereal. His body is about 8 metres long, 1 metre in width around the base, tapering off toward the tail. The tail is akin to an eels. He has anthropomorphic arms situated just below the head. As with the rest of his body, his arms are very tough and muscular. His upper arm is shorter in ratio to his more lengthily forearms'. He has larger, partially webbed hands and elongated fingers (about 40cm's in length). His face is flatter than ours, closer to a chimp’s, stretching out dome-like from his 1 metre girth. His ears are aquatic, as a whale’s. He has one nostril, as large as a hand flat against his face. His mouth is full of short, sharp staggered teeth, which wrap around his head, under his eyes. His eyes are on the side of his head, they are round and slightly bulbous, almost glowing, but as empty as he seems.

And now that I have actually written this out, I fear, even more, that I may need a new idea.

I'm still alive, and pondering this poem:) Thought I'd update my thoughts: this piece, at whole, is still evolving. This is a thought to what I imagine will be the beginning of the poem:

breezes round smoke toward low, resting clouds;
settle my spirit to this quiet town,
one where there's quiet from tribes once at war,
peaceful and yet, in defence of their lore.

Three men, so wise, discuss the woes
that fate has cast from mythful foes.
Oil-lamps flicker fur-skins and full beards,
one to the other discuss hopes and fears.

Grimnir:
"This meager boy, whom fate justly succumbs,
shall realize not in (such) frivolous youth,
the line that returns in his blood, from the womb,
so pure and unknowing, so strong sayeth the sooth"

obviously, not complete, but I'm writting as fancy takes me:)
Peace, brothers and sisters