I'm posting this poem here because Alliterator asked to see it. It's the only thing I managed to come up with for the Halloween BtVS/AtS Lyric Wheel. Basically, it's just Buffy, musing about Halloween, Sunnydale and her life.
Gorgeous free-form poem. Rhyme is overrated anyway, and wouldn't suit Buffy. This is her in every reminiscence, every turn of phrase. Buffy just drifting off to sleep, perhaps.
This is fantastic! Not sure why you didn't want to post this for your Lyric Wheel entry (unless you didn't use a part of your lyrics). Everything about this was perfect, from Buffy not knowing what squamous and batachrian mean, to coals to someplace that has a lot of coals. A perfect Buffy voice.
Well, as I said above, I wasn't sure I had gotten Buffy's voice right. And I wasn't sure it was poetic enough, if you follow. I'm glad you liked it. Thank you.
I like this a lot. It sounded very much like Buffy's voice, and I can imagine her sitting on her porch on Halloween night during season 7 thinking this. Nicely written. Jane
Thank you! A poignant portrait of Buffy what I was trying to achieve, so I'm glad that I succeeded.
It's funny, but now I sympathize with Season Seven Buffy a lot more. Until I started thinking about how relentlessly supernatural Sunnydale was, I didn't realize how exhausting and disorienting her life must have been.
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Everything about this was perfect, from Buffy not knowing what squamous and batachrian mean, to coals to someplace that has a lot of coals. A perfect Buffy voice.
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It's funny, but now I sympathize with Season Seven Buffy a lot more. Until I started thinking about how relentlessly supernatural Sunnydale was, I didn't realize how exhausting and disorienting her life must have been.
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