Hello! Welcome to the first batch of poems written for round twelve of Iron Poet, the game where you give me three words and then go off to do something else while I slog through the roughly thirty thousand requests to give you a poem. Okay, not really, but sometimes it can feel that way. Please note that some rounds of Iron Poet can take a very ( Read more... )

Today was sponsored by the lovely georgiamagnolia, who wanted to assist in the 'feed Seanan to the poisonous creatures of Australia' project that has become so near and dear to my heart. This was a short-notice sponsorship -- even I can't produce a short story that quickly -- and so I give you a sonnet ( Read more... )

Hello, and welcome to the ninth batch of poems written for round eleven of Iron Poet, the game where you give me three words and wait patiently until I slog through the roughly thirty thousand requests to give you a poem. Okay, not really, but sometimes it can feel that way. Please remember, while waiting for a poem round-up, that this round ( Read more... )

Today is Limerick Day! Truly a holiday of high class and culture. Now, some of you may remember that I have, in the past, distilled works of great import and dignity into their purest form. As limericks. If you don't remember that, fear not! I've included an assortment of literary limericks with this post. Aren't I sweet? Now, to the request ( Read more... )

( A chained sonnet redouble is a series of fifteen sonnets, with the first fourteen following a fixed chain, and the fifteenth being made up of the first lines of the first fourteen... )

(I was inadvertantly challenged yesterday to write a virelai, one of the most sadistic little poem forms I've encountered in quite a while. Technically, this is a virelai ancien, with a pattern of four twelve-line verses, wrapping first to last and back again. So there. I'm gonna go soothe my brain with sonnets.)

A Warning To Certain Princes.So ( Read more... )

With just a tiny gesture, it's confirmed ( Read more... )

One ( Read more... )

"I want to be a pirate, mum," you told me;
It's amazing what we dream of, when we're young.
You would sail a thousand seas, and see the world.
You would have good men to sail by your side,
And you would write me once a week, 'wish you were here',
And every night, you'd dream beneath the stars.

( Each night, you lay outside and count the stars... )

Child, sleep soundly, safe and warm ( Read more... )