I've got to adjust to this time zone....

[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!

Comments

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

Is that why you dove for the napkins in the midde of making oatmeal? I wondered about that.

Wow. It's really good. And sort of . . . sad, in places. I'm not sure I get it all. But it's really vivid.

You're good at this.

[x-rahne.livejournal.com]

Aye, I was afraid I might forget.

It comes out to a happy end, though, see? (Or almost-end. I was at my wits' end for an image to echo an earlier poem without really saying much of anything, and then I thought of Robbie Burns....)

*shyly* You really like it?

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I really do. :)

And I see what you mean about the happy ending. Or at least peaceful, coming to terms with who you are. I don't think I'm familiar with Robbie Burns though.

Do you write a lot?

[x-cannonball.livejournal.com]

That's real pretty, Rahne!

SO much better'n mine...

[x-rahne.livejournal.com]

"O wad some power the giftie gie us
To see oursel's as others see us!"
-- Robert Burns

I suppose I ought to be more respectful. *coughs and looks embarrassed*

The other reason it's a happy ending is class was over. For the time being.

Did I tell you Professor Logan's making me do extra sessions with him? Eek.

Eek again. ...Maybe if we're going to complain about classes we should do it in the students' community where they'll not see.

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

I'll have to look him up in the library. :) And much seconding on the "yay class is over" front.

Eek the first: Well, I'll make sure I have a dupe on standby with ice cream and oatmeal for when you're done.

Eek the second: I think they probably expect complaining, I mean, we're teenagers, after all. :)

[x-coldhands.livejournal.com]

Dude, you weren't here when we read a bit of Burns for World Lit... it's insane. Wee, sleekit, tim'rous beasties and everything.

[x-piotr.livejournal.com]

Rahne.. your poem is so pretty, and sad...