Poem - Desert Woe (it was a hwk assignment!)
painting I chose to describe, by artist Anselm Kiefer ^
Title: Desert Woe
Author: spirktrekker42
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Universe: TOS, (preTMP)
Genre: romance, angst
Rating: G
Words: 435
A/N: I'm not a poet and I know it, but I had to write one for homework. The picture I chose to describe was of a pale guy lying on a parched landscape gazing up at the stars. Of course my Trekkie brain took over, and this was the result. Constructive crit is valued!!
Disclaimer: Star Trek belongs to Gene Roddenberry. Kirk and Spock belong to Shatnoy.
A/N:
.~.
Desert Woe
As I lie here on the fractured, sandy earth
Legs stretched out straight, arms at my side, in Savasana
Dressed only in my crisp black trousers, which serve as a reminder
Of before.
Skin, as white as a porcelain doll
And yet wizened at the corners of my eyes.
Hair, a black cap upon my head
Chest, toned and sprinkled with dark, coarse hair
All alone in this forsaken
Desert
Earthy, pungent smells of sage and rainstorms past.
Shiver, shiver in the biting cold
For there is no more sun, no more warmth.
No more light, no more smiles.
Not for me.
Frozen ears and digits
Parched throat aches
Back scratches against gritty ground…
Focus. Relax.
That is the goal.
That is the purpose of this meditation, this
Journey
But my mind is far from calm
I still cannot purge earthly ties from my soul...
Perhaps I was a fool to try.
I glance heavenward
The sky stares me down
An onyx sea of fireflies
Glow
Beckon
Remind me of you
Out there somewhere
You sail through the stars
The-one-who-was-to-be-my-mate.
Eyelids flutter shut
And I imagine
Myself by your side.
Oh darkness, I welcome thee!
Envelop me, ensconce me.
Dampen my inner turmoil
Dull my memories
My selfish choices
Make me free again.
.~.
End
A/N: Would you have known it was about Star Trek, specifically K/S, if it wasn't posted here in the Trek section? Cause I have to read this aloud in class tomorrow - gulp - and I don't want people to figure that out.