Terse Verse Tuesday
title: Pretend Spine
characters: Draco, Harry
rating: PG
words: 100 (happenstance!)
summary: Draco might like something to keep him grounded in these high winds.
Harry Potter is not spineless
Does not shy from insults and neither is he
Fast forgiving of bigots joining cults, even
Those growing up in them.
He throws no ropes to them. He is
All spine, all tree trunk
Doesn't have Guanyin's willow rope limbs
That shatter in compassion and grow again.
But Draco can pretend, pretend
Potter might bend to say sorry, sorry
For destroying your life, and Draco might
Pin Potter's dethroned arse to the ground
And say, who's in the right, now, Potter?
Pretend
He isn't blown to fits of trembling
Whenever the great Harry Potter walks by.
commentary:
Guanyin is a bodhisattva of compassion as worshiped by Buddhists around East Asia. She reached out to aid so many people that her arms shattered into pieces.
I could write a thousand poems about poor, broken Draco after the war, haha. In this poem I decided to frame it with... a bit of a reality check regarding Harry's characterization. It's not uncommon for fic authors to write Harry as feeling very sorry for Draco--and certainly this could possibly happen in some instances. In this scenario, Draco wants that too. After all this time, he still wants some of Harry's attention. But Harry is not going to go out of his way to be nice to Draco. Civil, maybe, but not gracious. Draco might be worth saving, but he isn't completely innocent and hasn't earned Harry's respect. This irks Draco. I imagine it might be even worse now that Harry has, once, gone out of his way to save Draco from flame-y death, so Draco has now had a taste of that attention. That thrill. But the war is over, and Harry Potter has better things to worry about than a tarnished Malfoy.
The end of the poem contrasts Draco from Harry at the beginning. Harry now has an aura of strength and bravery, whereas Draco is reduced in status. He is deeply shaken by everything that has happened, and has even grown intimidated by the mere presence of the man he knew once as a boy.
Thank you for reading. Another poem will be posted a little later tonight.
characters: Draco, Harry
rating: PG
words: 100 (happenstance!)
summary: Draco might like something to keep him grounded in these high winds.
Harry Potter is not spineless
Does not shy from insults and neither is he
Fast forgiving of bigots joining cults, even
Those growing up in them.
He throws no ropes to them. He is
All spine, all tree trunk
Doesn't have Guanyin's willow rope limbs
That shatter in compassion and grow again.
But Draco can pretend, pretend
Potter might bend to say sorry, sorry
For destroying your life, and Draco might
Pin Potter's dethroned arse to the ground
And say, who's in the right, now, Potter?
Pretend
He isn't blown to fits of trembling
Whenever the great Harry Potter walks by.
commentary:
Guanyin is a bodhisattva of compassion as worshiped by Buddhists around East Asia. She reached out to aid so many people that her arms shattered into pieces.
I could write a thousand poems about poor, broken Draco after the war, haha. In this poem I decided to frame it with... a bit of a reality check regarding Harry's characterization. It's not uncommon for fic authors to write Harry as feeling very sorry for Draco--and certainly this could possibly happen in some instances. In this scenario, Draco wants that too. After all this time, he still wants some of Harry's attention. But Harry is not going to go out of his way to be nice to Draco. Civil, maybe, but not gracious. Draco might be worth saving, but he isn't completely innocent and hasn't earned Harry's respect. This irks Draco. I imagine it might be even worse now that Harry has, once, gone out of his way to save Draco from flame-y death, so Draco has now had a taste of that attention. That thrill. But the war is over, and Harry Potter has better things to worry about than a tarnished Malfoy.
The end of the poem contrasts Draco from Harry at the beginning. Harry now has an aura of strength and bravery, whereas Draco is reduced in status. He is deeply shaken by everything that has happened, and has even grown intimidated by the mere presence of the man he knew once as a boy.
Thank you for reading. Another poem will be posted a little later tonight.