late to the party -- 3w4DW

[devohoneybee]

prompt me and I'll write you a poem.

fannish or non -- if non-fannish, a theme would be nice.


today's poem:

Late to the party

I come
when mostly empty bottles line the wall
and someone's fidgeting with the sound
and the remnant of something scandalous
is in the air
and one guest, or four, lies curled in a corner
or an overstuffed chair
with a satisfied look on her face
and someone is gently stroking
another one's head
who is looking back with tilted gaze
calmly curious
about what comes
next

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Spring, for lferion

[devohoneybee]

Methos envies the Spring
for the artless grace with which
the tiny green leaf unfurls,
for the cleansing of the rains,
for the nuanced gradation of light
into something tender and delicate.

His rebirth is a more cruel preposition.
Life skewers him like a spear,
piths him on the spike
of awakening. Rends him with life,
until he is weary and dissolute.

Still, he'll take it.
Every time.

Re: Spring, for lferion

[lferion]

Oh, that's wonderful! Thank you!

I shall have to give a little thought to yours :-)

Re: Spring, for lferion

[devohoneybee]

argh, that should be "proposition" not "preposition"