During the hours of the morning
Between night and the tweet of birds
Is a time of day for tricks to be played.
Here we watch, our goblin fellow
Good to friends,
Trickster to foe,
Play his tricks, further more…
On The Wizard’s household floor.
As planks splinter up and turn
They edge out and turn to living
Vengeful destructive demons
They tore through room
Ripping up tables and chairs
Into heaps and mound.
Then from the hearth he stretched,
Robin sending flame…
And the house filled with smoulder and ember
As the residents began to exclaim…
Coughs from their beds
Grumbles and moans
And arrived to see fiery throne.
All the sons, The Wizard and Golem Wife gather in front of the fiery mess.
What is this horror?
What is this freak?
I see ablaze my precious antique…
I am all despair.
The servants appear and put the fire out.
I can smell, I can see
I can feel a sprightly honeybee.
It sits, and stares at us.
Breathe slowly and you will hear him.
They all stop, deadly still.
Then, turn to face Robin in the Hearth.
Damn you fellow of the hollow!
I knew something was a foot.
You the tricky sparrow,
Or Robin the crook!
Yes, if it isn’t little Goodfellow,
That nasty little sprite…
I shall hang you by your fae neck
On this cold Midwinter’s night!
The Goblin scuttles away with all of them in pursuit.
And now our goblin does flee in fright
He ambles away, being chased into night
The Wizard at hand and his son’s two,
The Golem Wife accompanying too.
Here they wander,
Into the wood,
Where lay in slumber,
A hermit in a hood.
End of Part IV
Goblin of the Hearth V
Amongst the leaves,
A hooded dwarf.
He watches as goblin comes traipsing
As footsteps begin to disturb,
He begins to morph.
Shadows slide like serpent
to cover him in darkness
the leaves of the great goddess
fold over him like a cloak.
Goblin panics and flusters
As footsteps begin to disturb,
He begins to shake.
Myself is not of cloth!
I am not a holy dweller.
Yet, now, I would pray.
I would call out some foreign god’s name…
If it would save me!
For fortune shined upon the goblin,
He who found one of his own lot,
Feckle, who did like a trick or two,
To dowse the rich with a blot.
Feckle grabs the Goblin and hides him.
The Wizard and his companions go hurtling past.
Once clear, Feckle and the Goblin sit together on the forest floor.
My dear saviour.
You have lifted me from worry
Shaken off sorrow
And cast me into great joy.
You have saved this fae boy.
By what name, my Lord,
Should I thank you?
With a ghastly and spit filled bite, the hermit spoke.
The goblin is all astonishment.
Not the Feckle, same speckled Feckle Jim?
Not the Christian who turned backwards?
Not the born-again Pagan? Not some crazy…
…lover of trees…?
The very one.
Oh, well perhaps I am cursed furthermore…
As you grunt through your teeth
I remind you that you…
Are infamously known,
To be… well,
I am insane? I am insane?
I are insane!
I is the one who pulled the wax
From the ears
Of an entire village,
Just to make a candle for a swan.
I was the mate who fished all the fishes
Out of the river
So all the fisherman would starve…
I be the one who stuck
So when all awoke, they were linked
And couldn’t move
Ha! Without dragging
Or ripping skin of pink!
That is me, that is Feckle.
I the insane.
And pray, tell me little thing
What be your name?
Oh, don’t be shy.
I am known by many names,
Some call be Hob, Some call me Robin
Goodfellow as is good-nature
The Master of Luck
And to friends, sometimes Puck.
Feckle is all astonishment.
The maidens tell tales,
Of cow milk to butter
How you stir housewives into quite a flutter,
How you lead wanderers astray.
Oh woe, this is a terrible day.
I saved the menace, I saved the mite!
Perhaps, on that note, I will bid you good-night!
And as Robin, our goblin did flee once again
He found himself amongst friendlier men…
His troll of blue and his hag of the cliff
Both floating, roaming
End of Part V
Goblin of the Hearth VI
Gathered, three, upon the moor.
Two aimless, one unsure.
The Blue Troll
The Deathly Hag
And Robin, Goodfellow…
Atop a pile of discarded slag.
Here I stand,
Brother Blue and Sister Hag.
No longer must you regale with tale
No longer must you brag.
I have been freed by some strange wizard
And tricks I played upon him!
I was rescued in the forest
By the old coot, Feckle Jim!
Now I stand before you
Free as free can be!
Now tell me, Brother, Sister…
What lay install for we fiendish three?
From the rumble of the rubble,
The goblin saw they now turned to stone,
And amongst the face of the statues,
A Golem Wife did moan,
And she, who had been guarding
Appeared, not to be, alone.
A wizard with magical wand
A brother with chizzled jaw
A brother with dribble and cross-eyes
Appeared, upon the moor.
Fiendish little sprite I have found you!
Now I shall seek my revenge!
I will be the one to bury you,
For it was I who released you from Henge!
Now summon up all of your courage,
For this shall be quick and fast
Your life will be over in seconds,
With a wave of my wand and a cast!
Now we near the end of our tale
Of our Goblin of the Hearth
And here we learn of his fate
For the spirit of the wood and the earth…
Wait! Wait! Wait!
Puck begs on his knees with hand stuck out.
Please, listen, to what I must say.
How I hoped,
I, the caged bird
I, the locked up prince…
I, who had been exiled and never heard of since.
Sincerely, I hoped for the soul to come forth
And release me from that cage forged
And came you did, and released as well…
So why did you unleash this trickery and hell?
You burnt my home of treasured things,
You bent the teeth of this stone woman.
Let me explain!
A dog will pee on a shoe, even after it has been told.
A cat will curiously bat an adder, even if it is old…
A nature cannot be undone,
Nor overturned or controlled…
And my nature, is, to meddle…
Surely, it’s not that absurd.
A rat will steal the last crumbs
A fox will snap a chicken’s neck,
I am just doing what I know sir,
What else should you expect?
The Wizard paused for a moment,
Before shuddering and raising his hand
And just like a pest or a vermin…
I shall rid you from this land!
Another shriek from Robin, as he fell to his knee’s once again.
Please oh merciful Master,
Perhaps I can help with your femme?
The Wizard paused.
Well, I cannot undo my magic but
I can see a situation arise
Why not take this, ‘beautiful’ clay pot
And let it be your other son’s wife.
He will worship her dearly, I can see it in his eyes,
And then, together, will fetch more stone
And sculpt another, one that satisfies
Both the brothers nodded to each other,
And the Golem Wife let out a groan
The Wizard agreed to the deal
And released both the troll and the crone.
This one shall give it some treasure
And this one shall plant an immortal kiss
So both my sons will leave forever
Rich in life, Rich in health, Bliss.
Promise me now, Promise me this.
The goblin agreed on his friends behalf
And quickly rushed into the wood
Where he lifted the most magnificent stone from ground
As only a fae could…
Then after a nights worth of labour,
Presented to Azcorius, for revise
And finally, set in stone, blessed forever
A second Golem carved-wife.
The goblin returned to his forest,
And plays there still today,
Being wary of whom he picks on
And who he tempts and leads astray
apart from their fold
Is one who is named
in bard’s tale told,
He of fellow, he of hob
He who answers by Puck or Rob…
For this, our goblin, of the cold stone floor
Can be found wandering, upon the moor
In circles of stone, where the ancients once stood
In amongst the luscious evergreen wood
He sits, he waits, to play with little concern
Lit up by the stunning nocturne…
End of VI
End of Goblin of the Hearth