The Elderberry Puy is a cultural event in the region Conifer, organized by Chief of Culture Áthidill and Shadow Chief The Gaelic People between the 21st of March, 2019 to the 10th of April, 2019. The event consists of a poetry contest themed "Forest". The event has received 8 submissions as of March 22nd, 2018. Submissions range from sonnets and verse to haiku and prose.
Submissions ware open from March 21st through April 10th, and Member States, Voting States and Residents are eligible for the Elderberry Award. Submissions are given a score over 20 and the Elderberry Award is conceded to the writer of the best poem.
NOTE: The Puy is still ongoing as of March 23nd, 2019. Submissions are not definitive.
Ode to the Forest
My green Forest, you inspire me to write.
I love the way you Move, Still and still,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the kind hornbill.
Let me compare you to a silent arch?
You are more empty, glorious and big.
Neat clouds dull the springy flowers of March,
And the springtime has the florida strangler fig.
How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your Green Leaves, Oak and leaves.
Thinking of your discreet Oak fills my days.
My love for you is the beautiful trees.
Now I must away with a discrete heart,
Remember my clean words whilst we're apart.
Dark woods still, silent
Mystery surrounds, hidden
Beauty blooms unseen
Gentle breeze’s caress
Sunlight filters in from high
Woods alive with teeming life
Beauty abounds, free
Alone, beyond reach
Looming sentinels stand guard
Thousands of eyes watch
The sound of birdsong echoes skywards
The stench of decay fills the air
Beauty abounds unchained and free
Desolate lands, barren of life
Vibrant forests standing proud, unyielding
Towering husks from a bygone era
The Future contains many paths
The one which shall become our fate
Is determined by the choices of us all
Memories (free verse)
Beautiful trees reaching for the stars
Sweet sounds of Birdsong filling the air
The gentle caress of a fragrant breeze
Life unbounded, joyous and free
Gone within an instant
Never to be retrieved
Poroshenko in the Forest
The trees, upright in salute
All goes silent as to admire his presence
Woods transition to chartreuse
And are frozen like that forever
As they wish to respect our glorious President
And our Proud Nation's honour
A distinct absence of trees
I literally cannot
See a single flippin' tree
Desert, for miles
Three great Latvian haikus about a wolf in the forest...
Mežā atskan "jā"
Vilks meklē no kurienes
Šī skaņa rodas
Vārda nav (No name)
Vilks mežā meklē
Kādu radību savv'ļā
Vārda kurai nav
Vilks tev' apēdīs
Pkheft (note: this poem is written in khanhilhez language. an approximate translation will be displayed soon.)
Pkheft oghe ghidgon.
Watf mepeznh shnogi ketspov -
Glhoshnat elhegh pkheghst kedvub.
A Rebirth of the Felled
Under the soft bed of moss
Grow the forlorned acorns;
Who forsaken by the albatross
Set themselves in oaks well-worn;
From felled fathers come strong daughters;
Thus does the forest feed its kin.
Genesis of the Wildfire
Seldom does the timid sough
Show its form to me or thou,
Its musky breath often withheld
From the tinder of the tree yet felled.
The lonely spark will give us light;
Igniting the dried barks of ash.
In the crepuscule, another sun;
Like moons in a lake, come two of one;
Its yolk spreads, flowing through the brush
Wildfire grows with no hush.
The sun of the forest will leave but ash;
Such is the force of the vexed sough.
Great Guardians of the Forest
Scraping the sky, with brown and green hands,
sturdy and shady, all across our lands.
Providing us with fruit, materials and more,
these lovely trees give great gifts galore.
Though there's sometimes fire and disaster,
trees are trustworthy, with many resources to master.
Trees are our friends, for anyone who's born,
they'll shelter and protect us, never showing scorn.
Our lovely trees are perfect in every way,
so please, won't you plant a tree today?
Trees swaying in the wind and I rescind
All of my inhibitions, I see visions
Floating over leaves, I breathe
Carbon dioxide out as I shout
NATURE IS WILD
It is, by its very nature, of course
Both hot, cold, mild
Haiku for my Home
The forest, my home,
Lush with life and green about,
ei lapan mewa
gu'ia ba' iha ba' wepatoha
ei pan ba' eitol pan
eja! eitol lapan va
eitol lapantol ahawo
eitol pan ba' lapantol pan'pan.