poetry as foreplay

[melannen]

Sister! anaross has written the Buffy/Poetry/Spike story! And it's twenty-eight chapters of poems and wonderful and demons and snow and striving and sex and Edna St. Vincent Millay (who is all of those things really)!

My Life Closed Twice

I haven't found much fic to read the past few days, doing a lot of reloading and malingering and whining, and then one of those special stories I wish I was good enough to write shows up on friendsfriends, and oh fandom!

Now I have to go write a villanelle, 'cause I've been away from poetry too long.

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[melannen.livejournal.com]

And while I'm thinking about it (And before I lose the bloody file again!) I shall dump the last sonnet I wrote here, for posterity:

I dreamed my loves would never die,
Though love itself had lost its way with me,
Sinking with the tides of blood-dark seas.
Souls anchored through a storm won't learn to fly.
But though my love's a frail and mortal tie,
My lovers borrowed from eternity,
I knew that somewhere they would always be.
Though I had turned away and said goodbye.
I'd burn and lose my half-a-dozen years,
I thought, and in their memories live on.
My smile in still and silent hearts held fast.
But now my small dark faith is ringed with fears.
A winged and souled undying one is gone,
What hope is there that even love can last?

[stellar-dust.livejournal.com]

But .. but .. but .. we were writing that!!!1!!

Pff.

(dude. where did all my good vampire icons go.)