Saga - PT The Song of Shmi Skywalker: Shmi's Prayer [Songs of the English Restoration Theater (1660–1715)]

The Song of Shmi Skywalker: Shmi's Prayer
by Oddly Salacious​

In the sands with these suns ˘ sealed by open sky;
My heart hearkens you ˘ headstrong son of mine.
Calm, shielded in quiet ˘ I can attend you.
Yay, in chaos, the chasms form ˘ chasms too wide for me to span.
On the wrath-waves ˘ a rage-storm wails;
in confusion and futileness ˘ you've become knotted.
Spiteful and prideful ˘ unrecognizable heir,
soothe the sands ˘ and send your fury away.

I fear for the hour ˘ fast approaching.
Conflict comes to my child. ˘ Cast into it,
I pray you rise. ˘ Ironclad your courage,
may our ways ˘ one day divide.
Be brave dear son, ˘ and believe our hearts entwined.

Spoiler: #3

Songs of the English Restoration Theater (1660–1715): A No-Deadline Fanfic Challenge!


See the forsaken fair, with streaming eyes,
Her parting lover mourn;
She weeps, she sighs, despairs, and dies,
And watchful, wastes the lonely livelong nights,
Bewailing past delights
That may no more, no, never more return.
O soothe her cares
With softest sweetest airs,
Till victory and peace restore
Her faithful lover to her tender breast,
Within her folding arms to rest,
Thence never to be parted more,
No, never to be parted more.
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Wow.
Beautiful.

 

That was absolutely gorgeous! Very lyrical.

 

Many thanks for the comments!
@GregMcP: Thank you. Reading your reaction soothed my own sands after I posted. I was unsure how this would be received.
@WarmNyota_SweetAyesha: Thank you. I followed your lead and used "lyric" when describing it in my index. *pleased & does a cartwheel*
@Findswoman: I confess to taking your guideline "Write a story inspired in some way by the song" liberally. I enjoyed this challenge, although a single line could take me a day to shape and fit. I am grateful and glad that you liked it.

 

@devilinthedetails: I would describe Shmi as sorrowful and separate. Thank you then for your reassuring comments! I can see Shmi chanting it to herself while young Anakin is off sifting through junk piles in his mania.

 

You left me the only comment I got during my time away from the board, so I had to check your stuff ASAP to see who you are and what you write. I am not disappointed. Not at all.

You kept up with the metre, added the incredible little bonus with alliteration, yet at the same time, making things perfect did not remove any of the emotion. The only thing that I would like to know is when exactly it's taking place. It's written in a manner where she could be in Episode I prior to her son's departure, in Episode II and close to her final hours, but also speaking from beyond the grave.

Either way, the kind of stuff that makes you shed a tear and shiver at the same time. <3