Aluminum Author, Part Who Knows

May 24, 2013 00:54

I am having a Week and need distraction, so here we go again. For those who weren't around last round (it's been a while), it is just like Iron Author, except I reserve the right to flake ( Read more... )

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coyotegoth May 24 2013, 06:28:02 UTC
Firefly- Simon decides to buy Kaylee more strawberries, after she asks him to wear the red glasses he had on in the pilot.

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mneme May 24 2013, 09:40:50 UTC
green
knife
gown

Optional form: Aliterative verse, with a caesura in the middle of each line.

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stakebait May 25 2013, 00:43:29 UTC
A sequel to Greensleeves

Nothing stays green. The sleeves that spoke of sex and spring
and drew contempt at court, a ribald rhyme
for dower, are but browned now,
not gold but yellowed, like the old year's snow
which, crusted and muddied, stubborn still remains
and 'gainst the hard, the unforgiving ground
prostrates itself in vain. Another girl
Would find another castle, change her name
get a new gown at least. God knows
there's coin enough. But for her
there's only ever one. The stains will go
only at knife point. Samite, on the bias,
smoothly tears. Then shall we all learn
how long the red remains, before it fades.

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mneme May 24 2013, 09:42:28 UTC
Also, if you haven't seen Phineas and Ferb, you should allow it to be inflited upon you. Much, much music, and very sweet and feel-good.

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stakebait May 25 2013, 13:51:09 UTC
Maybe in a little while. Not quite ready for feel-good yet. But thanks.

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mrissa May 24 2013, 14:20:27 UTC
crenellation
spectacle
inherent

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stakebait May 25 2013, 13:46:06 UTC
When folks said you built castles in the clouds ( ... )

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roadnotes May 24 2013, 19:20:49 UTC
wrist, chain, touch -- sonnet or villanelle

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stakebait June 11 2013, 02:56:02 UTC
Has it been only days?
Already I’m forgetting how you touch
How short a shelf life has ‘always’

These chains that held me open to your gaze
Now empty, weigh me down like twenty such
Has it been only days?

It had been months, you said. Desire slow decays
While I, oblivious, believed too much
How short a shelf life has ‘always’

I have this much pride left: that no one stays
Who wants to go. I love too hard to clutch
Has it been only days?

If I cannot have you, I can have grief, which plays
Your last words in my ears, a sorry crutch
How short a shelf life has ‘always’

I’m like a slipped-jess bird which, free, delays
To linger on the wrist, a rabbit in the open hutch
Has it been only days?
How short a shelf life has ‘always’

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roadnotes June 11 2013, 18:00:41 UTC
Ouch. Beautiful.

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stakebait June 11 2013, 21:49:27 UTC
Thanks! That would be the reason for the bad week in the original post. Also why only the emo, or twistable to emo, prompts have gotten answers so far. :)

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