Thursday, July 28, 2005


Currently I'm at a loss about how to create a nice set of links to other blogs down the side of the page - I think the template I chose doesn't have that facility built-in. Bugger.

In the meantime, one "blog" (though it may be a wikipage) I would include in any links list is Harry Rutherford's Stormy Petrel - partly because I know Harry from other online venues, but mainly because it's a good read.

As for my poetry - today has been another fairly unproductive day, though I have taken time out of my lunch hour to correct some of most cringing phrases from the start of Snowdrop 7.5, and added another verse ...

"She orders the fair and feasts on the game
her acolytes bring, a dream
of all she desires. Her lovers take turns
to keep her relaxed - so keen
to earn her esteem. But what of her shame?
For shamed she has been, with tales
in whispers and stares, the gossip that churns -
a story of love that failed.

"It starts before time awoke in the world,
when foxes and dogs could play
with rabbits and rats, when life was a dance
and sunlight would weave the shade.
The queen of the hill found love in the curled
embrace of the muscled lord
who governed the storms, the sea's stabbing lance
soon tamed on the wooded shore.

"'So what?' You may say, and right you would be
to yawn at a fairy tale
as trite as this yarn! But wait, and I'll tell
of love undermined, of scales
unbalanced and torn apart, of the sea's
retreat, of the loss of light,
of time everlastin', heaven and hell
and Tallyman's pot of blight!

"The passions of night had ebbed to a still
acceptance of dawn. She woke,
took pleasure in stroking hairs on the skin
her man chose to wear. His cloak
embraced them, a caul of kelps. When a spill
of sunlight arrived, she rose -
her movements disturbing servants, soon keen
to dress her in fresh, bright clothes."


Still needs a lot of work, though. Like finishing the bloody thing ...

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