I've got to adjust to this time zone....
May. 27th, 2003 01:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
x_rahne...but talking to Jamie gave me an idea for the poem!
I'm not quite sure whether I'm the fruit or the oatmeal, though... I seem to be the fruit, but I was planning on being the porridge.
Och. *laughs at herself* At least I've got the bit about not making sense!
A glowing blinding sharp-edged silver spoon,
Her mind goes through my brain in knife-edged runes.
I'm sliced like fruit and drown in spicy goo.
Frost carries me back home to Kinross-shire
And makes me whole, impales me on the spire
That smells of smoke and pealing bells and mire.
Thunder spits out lightning over a darkened cage;
"Dreich nicht for even monsters," whispered rage.
The kindly bars of safety pen a beast
Who's naught but just a moonbeam and the least
Of children who would walk the stars to heaven,
The little wolf who will in tiers of seven,
Forsaken by rapacious lambs (whose eyes
Will pierce the earth and reach into the skies),
Cry out "Eli, lama sabachthani!"
Then bite her tongue to shred the blasphemy.
But dogs may lick the crumbs, and next a man,
A wolf is fair enough for someone's plan.
I'll be God's dog. As fruit and milk and bread
At need, and honey, brighten eyes and head,
So grace refreshes, leads me home to health.
I dive through frozen eyes and see myself.
I had another bit I'd started, but it had things out of order. This has them mixed up a bit, but I think I at least started it all in order.... I'm not meant to include that in the parts from before edit, am I?
I do hope this is all right. I started out maybe a bit too close to Professor Braddock's own, since it has slicing-things in it too....
I think the psychic defence class is important, even if it hurts. I'm not liking the other at all though. I don't want to hurt people!
I'm not quite sure whether I'm the fruit or the oatmeal, though... I seem to be the fruit, but I was planning on being the porridge.
Och. *laughs at herself* At least I've got the bit about not making sense!
A glowing blinding sharp-edged silver spoon,
Her mind goes through my brain in knife-edged runes.
I'm sliced like fruit and drown in spicy goo.
Frost carries me back home to Kinross-shire
And makes me whole, impales me on the spire
That smells of smoke and pealing bells and mire.
Thunder spits out lightning over a darkened cage;
"Dreich nicht for even monsters," whispered rage.
The kindly bars of safety pen a beast
Who's naught but just a moonbeam and the least
Of children who would walk the stars to heaven,
The little wolf who will in tiers of seven,
Forsaken by rapacious lambs (whose eyes
Will pierce the earth and reach into the skies),
Cry out "Eli, lama sabachthani!"
Then bite her tongue to shred the blasphemy.
But dogs may lick the crumbs, and next a man,
A wolf is fair enough for someone's plan.
I'll be God's dog. As fruit and milk and bread
At need, and honey, brighten eyes and head,
So grace refreshes, leads me home to health.
I dive through frozen eyes and see myself.
I had another bit I'd started, but it had things out of order. This has them mixed up a bit, but I think I at least started it all in order.... I'm not meant to include that in the parts from before edit, am I?
I do hope this is all right. I started out maybe a bit too close to Professor Braddock's own, since it has slicing-things in it too....
I think the psychic defence class is important, even if it hurts. I'm not liking the other at all though. I don't want to hurt people!
