11 cinquain poems
Title: 11 cinquain poems
Author: thenewbuzwuzz
Season: 2 and 5-7, but mostly 6
Rating: G, I think
Spike/Other warning: temporary Spike/Drusilla.
A/N: This post brought to you by the BtVS cinquains of dawnofme, though I tried (vaguely) for a different variation of the form.
OffYourBird kindly helped me make a couple of these less cryptic. <3 ( Read more... )
Author: thenewbuzwuzz
Season: 2 and 5-7, but mostly 6
Rating: G, I think
Spike/Other warning: temporary Spike/Drusilla.
A/N: This post brought to you by the BtVS cinquains of dawnofme, though I tried (vaguely) for a different variation of the form.
OffYourBird kindly helped me make a couple of these less cryptic. <3 ( Read more... )
#2. This one just hold me in constant high tension - this potent mix of humor and adrenaline - no matter how many times I read it. From the turning of the phrase on death and taxes - how nothing is really within the bounds of normal physics or rules on the hellmouth - to how Spike's love is so steeped in the idea of violence and death, and predator and prey. It's so damn delicious
#3. The combination of the list here - emotion, to object, to fundamental self - is utterly perfect, and I *love* how the last clause "sacrifice mocking
the gods" manages to encapsulate his daring for trying to act like a man, his actual mocking of Glory, the idea of his deifying type shrine to Buffy, and the Buffybot - having created the semblance of life where only the gods should do so. THERE'S SO MUCH HERE.
#4. The depth of Spike's despair and loss here is so vivid - I have this mental picture of him sitting in the quiet, nostrils flaring as some idiots disturb the area which has become so sacred to him.
#5. The kinship you present here is so aching and true - how Spike feels they now have this common experience "your hand, marked like hers" but Buffy is still halfway in the grave, hurt and broken.
#6. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. The desperation in Spike's voice here, and the ending "Don't you" just KILLS me. It's such a perfect representation of the disconnect you started in the last poem, and you're widening it into a chasm most brilliantly.
#7. "do the one thing" - this simultaneously makes me snicker and wince. Snicker because of the double entrendre of "do" and wince because Spike is being treated like an object - a task that she can succeed or fail at, instead of a person.
#8. I'll probably never not tear up at Buffy's plea in Tara's lap, and I love how you've connected it back to her actions in the alley (instead of the frustrating canon implication of it being about the sex). It's a fantastic insight into how out of control she feels she is, and how the idea that she's lovable this way terrifies her
#9. This is gorgeous. I have no great insight into it except that it's perfectly executed and makes me swell with bittersweet emotion. It perfectly captures Spike in that moment.
#10. The visceral quality of this is shiver-inducingly wonderful, as if knowledge is a living, biting, tearing thing. And, like Spike's usual plans, it's all gone to hell. The "oh god" is also a perfect throwback to his mocking of the gods - because now he's trying to be made in their image
#11. The image of Sunnydale as only a skeleton is a fantastic herald of its soon-to-be demise. And how, in the end, it comes down to the two of them - as it will in the cavern. In the end, it's Spuffy.
A breathtakingly gorgeous set of poems, buzwuzz! <3
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