Sleepless Espen circled and circled in mist and sprigs and stumps, a treeless bank where they had cut, for hulls, his favorite trunks.
The branches Espen knew would rise dark smoke as once they raised to eat the sun, to drink the moon, and give a nut, give shade.
Give heat they would now to men, the men and their wrecking deeds, who’d circle round some crackling birds to eat and drink and eat.
Espen carried with him a box black with shiny silver studs and clasps. He opened this with thought to mourn but hot as the sting of wasps
he burst, ”Damn this wooden fiddle, damn all the wooden things, damn the builders and the carvers” and cut his fiddle’s strings.
He walked and walked and walked until he sat beside a pine, the one remaining pine, and sat until he heard a whine,
It was the crow in branches black, who had once bought some words with nuts and bugs in famine years. “Awh, Espen,” whined the bird,
“Give us a nut, give us a nut, ” but Espen shook his head. “Awh, awh, a nut, a nut, a nut ” the crow said, hopping then.
And Espen took a tiny stone, he cast it, but cast wrong. The crow moved not a step, then said, “A song, awh, song, a song, ”
and Espen lifted his slackened strings. The crow looked, tilted beak, and opened it, and closed, and jerked with a strange and harsh creak.
The crow then flew down to the rock, and in his beak there was a silver thread so fine it barely seemed to be,
and Espen took the strings, so cold, and wound and tuned them well. They gave a sound unlike, unlike and pure, uncomfortable.
“Awh, awh, song a merry song, a merry merry squawk,” the crow then did demand. He put the fiddle to his neck,
and raised his bow and played and played a merry swift song played. The crow with a flutter went up and there, quiet, he stayed.
From bushes came the squirrels in pair, who’d lost their ancestral tree, they bounded up and stood hind legged, and danced and were merry.
Then came the rabbits four with ears alert, who’s burrows trees once roofed. They paired and stood on hind and danced and were merry.
Then came the scarred lone wolf who smelled sweet sweat of dancing beasts, who once had been his hunting there. He stood and danced so merry. (He was a sight to see!)
Then came the bear the fearsome bear. who once had marked the trees. He raised himself and roared, then bumbled and took a paw and danced danced merry. (Oh what a sight, a sight to see! )
The crow was still up in his branch, and there a little shine in the pit of his little black and beady his strangely still eye. (Oh, what a sight to see.)
Poem by Joshua Hebburn
So I'm kind of making it official that I am indeed making a new webcomic. I have been developing and working on pages since January, and at this point I feel comfortable releasing some content about it. The comic is based on a Peter Pan re design project I did for school last semester, but I ended up falling in love with the project, and mourning the fact that I lost interest and ended my previous comic Zombie Waffe, I'm very eager to start a new project.
The project was Peter Pan set in a Norwegian fairy tale setting, but since then I have changed so much with the plot and characters I believe I can break away from the fact that it's based off Peter Pan, while it still is a big influence overall. If you look though my gallery you can see my earliest development of the project.
I won't reveal much of the plot, but if you are interested in seeing more art and hearing more about this project as well as get notifications when the comic starts updating, please follow the comic's tumblr page here: fjordsoncomic.tumblr.com/
I am super excited to share this with you, and the comic is set to start updating in May, and will then update 3 times a week!
The lovely poem attached to this illustration is written by a good friend of mine, Joshua Hebburn. He is an amazing writer and he will be helping me write for the comic
Oh oh, the drawing is based of a illustration by Theodor Kittelsen, who is a big inspiration for this comic.