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Fetch me a Fertle

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Published: March 9, 2008
Fetch me a Fertle

Go fetch me a Fertle, my beamish boy
That scuttle upon the moonlit sands
The neap tide calls them out tonight
To swim the seas to far off lands

Go fetch me a Fertle, darling child
‘Tis a strange, alluring little creature
Whose pearly shell upon its back
Is considered its most charming feature

But tread you carefully as you go
They’re quick to startle, fast to flee
And should they hear your heavy step
Will scurry fast towards the sea

Take with you a lidded box
Lined with feathers deep inside
And if you chance to capture one
Place it in and let it hide

And as you bring it back to me
Sing a gentle lullaby
To calm its swiftly beating heart
For Fertles are so quick to cry

And once their Fertle tears do fall
They carry on until a time
When all you’ll have inside your box
Is nothing but a pool of brine

So sing a song to make it stay
And settle to captivity
Don’t let the Fertle melt away
Oh, bring a Fertle back to me
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Ok! Let me explain ....This comes about after a discussion between :iconscampicub: and :iconpawtukitpat: regarding phobias.

Feet phobia + turtle phobia = a Fertle phobia.

Anyway, I thought it would be good to set :iconpawtukitpat: a challenge by asking him to animate a poem. It’s a work in progress and isn’t finished yet … I can’t wait ‘till it is! In the meantime, here is the poem.

Note:- Don’t worry, I intend to check with Mr Carroll regarding my flagrant use of his word ‘Beamish’ at a later date….but I’m pretty sure he won’t mind. :floating:
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AteMozzarella's avatar
AteMozzarella|Student General Artist
Oh wow 8D
I feel like I want to recite this in class or something like that <3

And it makes me think deeply about a lot of fantastic things I like in children's poems :3
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Embrace-the-Darkness's avatar
You have such a lovely writing style! I'd love to see more work from you in the future. :D
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sallytheragdolly's avatar
It's like Lewis Carroll meets Emily Dickison (?)! I like it! :clap:
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orange-sheep's avatar
perfect :]
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Otterwen's avatar
Why! Thank you!
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delusional-dreams|Professional Digital Artist
that's really sweet ^-^
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Ashira-chan-jay's avatar
I am freaking speechless.

:worship:

<3 loved it. LOVED IT. it's unique and gentle. it's awesome.

[oh and it's its, not "it's" on line 19. ^^;]

i still loved it btw. keep up the good work :)
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hackthefoible's avatar
Clever and sweet. You have a lovely style.
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batousaijin's avatar
JABBERWOCKEEEEEE! :excited:
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Otterwen's avatar
Oh indeeedeeee! :worship:
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rockpunk92's avatar
Haha the first time i saw furtle the first thing i thought was...WTF??!! Hehe very lewis carrol ish! Niceee
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rei-midorikawa|Hobbyist Digital Artist
it's a lot like the jaberwokk by the guy who wrote through the looking glass
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sumarlegur's avatar
sumarlegur|Hobbyist General Artist
Lovely piece, very smooth, very interesting. My only 'complaint' is at S5 L3 (to calm it’s swiftly beating heart), where the correct form is its.

Otherwise, I like this.
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Otterwen's avatar
Ooh you're right!!! My English teacher will be turning in her grave! ... hahaha, yes it was that long ago since I had an Engish lesson (perhaps that can be my excuse) *slaps myself for not paying more attention in class*

I'm not going to edit the poem .... I perversely feel like leaving it with this flaw.

But thank you for pointing it out and the other comments. :hugs:
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Otterwen's avatar
hahaha :hug: Blaghhh!
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Emerune's avatar
Such a charmingly beautiful poem. The different layers of meaning are interesting to think about. I can definitely see myself reciting this to a future child. ^^
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FatKat's avatar
Such a Jabberwacky-esque tone...
I adore it!
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CruelDreams's avatar
You are amazing...If I asked nicely, would you look at a poem I wrote called 'Together Apart' and tell me what you think? Please?
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needamir's avatar
Another one who reads the works of Louis Carroll yes??

I like the parallelism that this poem draws with Jabberwocky.

great stuff
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Clockwerk-chan's avatar
I love the references to Jabberwocky.
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ravenclawxwhitewolf's avatar
What a cute little poem - I'm left wondering just what a Fertle might look like! :aww:
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Otterwen's avatar
Ha! ... that's the beauty of the spoken word - you must take part in the story/poem yourself and do the creating in your head. It's an art-form that needs audience participation!
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ravenclawxwhitewolf's avatar
:D You're absolutely right on that one, Otterwen. I'd still like to get around to drawing a Fertle though. I'd be terrified if I saw one on the beach, methinks.
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Soul-Daemon|Hobbyist General Artist
very nice, tho i thought a couple of the rhymes missed the mark, enjoyable none the less.
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