November Project: Days 7-9
Nov. 9th, 2013 03:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
While the poem below was nominally written for
wispywillow, I can think of a few other people on my flist to whom it also applies.
For
wispywillow.
This morning I read your words
and remembered meeting
once upon a time,
amid elven forests,
ill-tempered centaurs
and fairy tales.
I think you’ve always known better than I
of the causal trauma of fairy tales,
of what it takes to face down dragons
while screaming on the ground in panic and pain.
I only skate across the surface,
blinded by the gloss of magic and adventure,
by the sheer physical distance of worlds
and by my own naivety.
And this is perhaps how it should be--
the gap between the adventurer and the reader of tales--
but my naïve heart cries out that this is not right
that friendship demands
shoulder to shoulder solidarity.
So even though I know
you are strong enough to slay your own dragons
(or at least to sing them to sleep),
I long to carry you away
to somewhere we can live happily ever after.
I spent all of Day 8 wrestling my computer back into order and didn't have much energy for creative pursuits. I snapped this quick shot late in the afternoon.
Callistemon 'Little John'
And this was my plan for the evening:
This fellow was sitting on the wall as I was taking out the washing (today is cleaning day).
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For
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This morning I read your words
and remembered meeting
once upon a time,
amid elven forests,
ill-tempered centaurs
and fairy tales.
I think you’ve always known better than I
of the causal trauma of fairy tales,
of what it takes to face down dragons
while screaming on the ground in panic and pain.
I only skate across the surface,
blinded by the gloss of magic and adventure,
by the sheer physical distance of worlds
and by my own naivety.
And this is perhaps how it should be--
the gap between the adventurer and the reader of tales--
but my naïve heart cries out that this is not right
that friendship demands
shoulder to shoulder solidarity.
So even though I know
you are strong enough to slay your own dragons
(or at least to sing them to sleep),
I long to carry you away
to somewhere we can live happily ever after.
I spent all of Day 8 wrestling my computer back into order and didn't have much energy for creative pursuits. I snapped this quick shot late in the afternoon.

And this was my plan for the evening:

This fellow was sitting on the wall as I was taking out the washing (today is cleaning day).

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Date: 2013-11-12 06:20 pm (UTC)Lovely pictures--and yay! Lynn-scribbles and chocolate! That is a fabulous way to spend some time, in my humble opinion!
And that is a very pretty moth. Such stunning colors!
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Date: 2013-11-12 09:13 pm (UTC)It was a very lovely evening, though I didn't get in quite as much reading as I would have liked.
I do like the moth's banding.