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4/15, national poetry month--three R/T poems - The Phantom Librarian
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fernwithy
fernwithy
4/15, national poetry month--three R/T poems
Well, the original one I was doing for today isn't coming together all that well--fine line between "Yay! Nice day!" and "OMG!TurnOffTheSugarMachine!"--so I'll just reprint some poems I did for the R/T challenge in February. One was a meter experient, the other two just goofing around with forms. Sorry for those who read them before--I imagine that's fewer than had already read "Jabberwocky," but I'm no Carroll!


I used an online fortune cookie generator to get the fortunes.

Fortune Cookies
(A word to the wise is enough.)

Lemon futures, spelled in stale and scattered
crumbs on linen cloths--the closing taste of
candlelight and smiles. Their laughter rises
softly with the flame and flickers in the
shadows on the dragon-velvet wall.

(If you always postpone pleasure, you will never have it.)

She smiles and waves the foolish, empty words--
"I told you so, at least a million times."
He takes her hand to press it with a kiss,
And grinning tells her it was worth the wait
Then tastes another lesson fried in oil.

(Advancement in position soon.)

With a quick, nervous move, it is gone and he sighs.
There are some painful things that her love cannot change
But she touches his fingers and then gently smiles.
"I don't care," she repeats, and she hands him the next,
which he takes with a smile that is rueful and sad.

(Each problem solved introduces a new unsolved problem.)

"Hardly a cheerful one, after all that," he says. "But I think
true enough." Winking, he adds to it, "Challenging, anyway."
Rolling her eyes at him, breaking the last of the cookies, she
doesn't succeed in her theft of the bill, and she watches him
paying half, muttering what an impossible man he is.

(If it happens, it must be possible.)




Shoe Haiku
Black patent leather
clacking on the wooden floor
learning to waltz on

   Scuffed and beaten brown
   leather shoes on nimbler feet
   leading the box step

      Into bright high-top
      trainers beneath rainbow striped
       toe-socks across from

         Scuffed and more beaten
         brown leather shoes resting crossed
         on a footstool then

            Solid combat boots
            land heavy on battlefields
            now side by side with

         Battered brown leather--
         on still-nimble, weary feet--
         sprung at every seam

      Battle dust fades to
      white satin wedding slippers
      pretending to grace

   With new shiny black
   shoes that look oddly foreign
   to familiar eyes

And years awaken
to the staccato steps of
black patent leather.



Kyrielle for Lovers Separated
The silent mist upon the hill
Can hide and mask but cannot still
The wounded cry of hearts condemned
O Lord, have mercy unto them.

He stands alone upon the shore
As he has always been before
And evening skies begin to dim--
O Lord, have mercy unto him.

The starlight bends around her form
But the distant light can't warm
The deep set chill of love deferred
O Lord, have mercy unto her.

In his mind, a spreading stain,
A shattered heart that dwarfs the pain
Of broken skin and twisted limb--
O Lord, have mercy unto him.

A golden dawn lights troubled brow
And on her lips, a whispered vow
To bear the final price incurred
O Lord, have mercy unto her.

The window opens on the chill
A broken rose lies on the sill
Pulled from the earth, both root and stem
O Lord, have mercy unto them.

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gloryforever From: gloryforever Date: April 15th, 2006 10:40 pm (UTC) (Link)
Your shoe haiku is VERY good. But you'd probably heard that before :P
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: April 16th, 2006 06:02 pm (UTC) (Link)
Thanks! Haiku is a fun form, but I never feel satisfied with just one. Have to have a whole cycle of them. ;)
harryhermione73 From: harryhermione73 Date: April 16th, 2006 07:59 am (UTC) (Link)
you should join a_poetry_club =)
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: April 16th, 2006 06:03 pm (UTC) (Link)
They seem to be closed. Sigh. I really don't write that much of the stuff.
harryhermione73 From: harryhermione73 Date: April 16th, 2006 08:48 pm (UTC) (Link)
it's by invitation only. if you're interested, i can ask the mod. :)
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: April 16th, 2006 10:22 pm (UTC) (Link)
Sure. I'm getting nowhere with the poetry workship I joined elsewhere.
matril From: matril Date: April 16th, 2006 05:49 pm (UTC) (Link)
All very nice. The fortune cookie one has such a clever pattern to it. And the Kyrielle gives me chills.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: April 16th, 2006 06:04 pm (UTC) (Link)
I just loved the kyrielle form as soon as I read one. There's something about that chanting cadence... it almost doesn't matter what the subject is.
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