In honour of Whan That April Day ( http://chaucerhathblog.livejournal.com/45500.html)

I bring you a poem from the Carmina Burana.

Stetit puella
rufa tunica;
si quis eam tetigit,
tunica crepuit
eia!

Stetit puella,
tamquam rosula;
facie splenduit,
os eius floruit
eia!

A girl stood in a scarlet dress;
if anyone touched it, the dress rustled.
Eia!

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(Found it while opening up some book boxes.)

( I walk in peril like the moon... )

I have no idea how it started, but some of them are a lot of fun.

Nine Things About Oracles

The Index

No refunds!!

No matter what she tells you, it's pronounced doom

Am tempted to try my hand at one of my own... Hmm.

And found a poem which I liked, but wanted revising. Herewith, the new improved version

( Morning )

Man, that larp was huge! Sixty-five players. There were whole threads of interaction that I had only the barest idea of, and others that slipped right past. Ruprella was a highlight, as were the barbarians. Had a ball. Tired now ( Read more... )

CobwebsShe's up every morning with the birds ( Read more... )

It could do with some tinkering, so any suggestions are welcome.

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