there's a lot of pus here. don't feel like as much of a monster as i'd like. uncomfortably human.
atropinesulfate paid for x2 poems about fairytales and one story about werewolf girls:
FruitsThe princess looks up from her cage of thorns
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Particularly, the strung-out and climactic bit of the first one:
and within I have a war zone
a thousand covert operatives
all lacing my words with
anti
personnel
crimes against my sanity.
coming before the knife-turn 'But I will stop you loving him.';
the imagery in the second, especially
(and an open hand
on the cheek; soft as a hurricane,
slow as lightning, a storm
to shake the words out)
but the crowbar too and I could basically just quote the whole thing as bets bits;
the rhythm (yes you know I like rhyming) in the third one and the beautiful expanding picture out to 'licked up by cats' surprising right until the end;
and I couldn't quite get the beat of this one but the framing with the bard's request for a space at the fire contrasted with the serious / philosophical content is strangely heartwarming...
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and I couldn't quite get the beat of this one but the framing with the bard's request for a space at the fire contrasted with the serious / philosophical content is strangely heartwarming...
Yeah I buggered up the rhythm. I wanted it to be a sort of story-within-story deal like the old structure of fairytale,s but I buggered that up too. \o/ Lots of buggery.
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