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posted by [personal profile] devohoneybee at 10:16am on 30/04/2010
Folks, it is snowing in New Mexico.

That is all.

*pretty* *touches window*

ETA (like, 5 minutes later). All gone snow. Sunny now. Whee, New Mexico!
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posted by [personal profile] devohoneybee at 11:14am on 30/04/2010
For Iferion, for the prompt: Gilgamesh - Enkidu - longing in spring


Enkidu Mourns

One day he wakes, dew fresh on brow.
His brother sleeps beside.
Brother, lover, king.
Dawn is grey in many veils.
Land barely lit, and here upon the grass
he scents them, barely stirring,
their eyes upon him but only darting,
no more to gaze with the studied certainty
of kin.

One day he wakes and hears faint music
of the dawn. Gilgamesh the great king slumbers on.
King, lover, brother.
Afraid to mar the song, he strains for sounds
that once were language pure and true.
In the west, a heavy moon.

One day he wakes, but does not stir.
His lover at his side.
Lover, brother, king.
Keeps watch while in the bush
the dance of Spring goes on.
Hide and hoof and horn. Nip of courting,
sharpened claw, wild wood run and suckling born.
Bound, thus, by forgotten grief,
Enkidu mourns.
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For Rhi, to her prompt: Amanda, Lacroix, blue moon

The Raven, the Vampire, and the Moon

1. Amanda

See how she plays with moonlight,
dipping herself into this shadow and that,
stretching herself into time, and back,
practicing.
It's not the prize she seeks,
though it glitters in her hand
and makes her smile.
She'll slip behind Creation's veil.

To deceive is to capture, for a time,
what Raven knew:
never let your colors show
when black will do.
Neither let time's darkness quell
the prism of your dreams.

2. Lacroix

She shines. She undulates through time
like the hours he once embraced: longer in summer
to fit their measure from first light to last. Now tied
to a tyranny of clocks divorced from season and from
grace. Though his gods are long disowned, he honors this:
Amanda's freedom from the rule of measured hours.
From the shadows of his night,
he smiles.

3. The Moon

She smiles to be
a goddess in their eyes.
These thieves of night and time
by blessing make
this ancient lump of rock
a thing sublime.

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