Poetry meme - assorted fanfiction
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1: Pick five fandoms.
2: Visit this site to find your first RANDOM POEM OF POWER. Write down the 5th line (yes, even if it's an E.E. Cummings poem and you wind up with an apostrophe). Repeat five times and - you guessed it - list 'em in alphabetical order! (No cheating, mind! This is a challenge and it's always been about creativity.)
3: I think you can see where this is going. Write a very quick 50-word half-drabble for each fandom (try to do it all in one sitting - make your brain explode!), using the line from the poem as a prompt. You don't have to include it in the half-drabble - it's just inspiration.
4: Bravo! Have a cookie.
(I missed the 'list them in alphabetical order' bit, just put one down next to each fandom in the list in the order they came up! It's really fun, I may have another go soon.)
Swallows and Amazons: This this is she (Arcades - John Milton)
I’ve sailed before, of course. Good little ships they were, too; but this one is different. I’m her Captain - for the summer, at least - and I know, from the moment I first put my hand upon the tiller, that I’ll belong to the Swallow for the rest of my life.
Chalet School: people I loved (Last night I drove a car - Gregory Corso)
‘How could I not have seen till now how much I love her?’ I wonder in anguish, the beads of Cherry’s old rosary slipping through my fingers as I pray. ‘Heavenly Father, I’ve lost so many people I loved... Spare Hilda, I beg you. Don’t make me lose her, too.’
Little White Horse: blended with the paper (This Is A Photograph Of Me - Margaret Atwood)
The names inked on the fly-leaves of the two books had faded with the passing of the years, until they were impossible to understand. It didn’t matter, though; they had already done their duty, played their part in reuniting the pair who had made the inscriptions, so many years ago.
Harry Potter: Bathed in flaming founts of duty (The Countess Cathleen In Paradise - William Butler Yeats)
From the first day of that dark year, Pomona Sprout knows what her house will do. Not for them Gryffindor’s reckless blaze of glory, or Ravenclaw’s brilliant strategies, or Slytherin’s cunning self preservation. Hufflepuff will simply do their duty; stand for tolerance, loyalty, and justice. Stand... and die for them.
Firefly: On that neglected turf and quiet stone (Churchill’s Grave - Lord Byron)
It’s strange, visiting junkyards for engine parts. They make me think of a graveyard... dead ships, too broken to fly, left to rust. Still, they don’t need the parts no more, and I can’t keep Serenity flying without them. She won’t be another of these, not while I’m her mechanic.
lost_spook; no, of course I shouldn't be studying instead of writing... *shifty look*)1: Pick five fandoms.
2: Visit this site to find your first RANDOM POEM OF POWER. Write down the 5th line (yes, even if it's an E.E. Cummings poem and you wind up with an apostrophe). Repeat five times and - you guessed it - list 'em in alphabetical order! (No cheating, mind! This is a challenge and it's always been about creativity.)
3: I think you can see where this is going. Write a very quick 50-word half-drabble for each fandom (try to do it all in one sitting - make your brain explode!), using the line from the poem as a prompt. You don't have to include it in the half-drabble - it's just inspiration.
4: Bravo! Have a cookie.
(I missed the 'list them in alphabetical order' bit, just put one down next to each fandom in the list in the order they came up! It's really fun, I may have another go soon.)
Swallows and Amazons: This this is she (Arcades - John Milton)
I’ve sailed before, of course. Good little ships they were, too; but this one is different. I’m her Captain - for the summer, at least - and I know, from the moment I first put my hand upon the tiller, that I’ll belong to the Swallow for the rest of my life.
Chalet School: people I loved (Last night I drove a car - Gregory Corso)
‘How could I not have seen till now how much I love her?’ I wonder in anguish, the beads of Cherry’s old rosary slipping through my fingers as I pray. ‘Heavenly Father, I’ve lost so many people I loved... Spare Hilda, I beg you. Don’t make me lose her, too.’
Little White Horse: blended with the paper (This Is A Photograph Of Me - Margaret Atwood)
The names inked on the fly-leaves of the two books had faded with the passing of the years, until they were impossible to understand. It didn’t matter, though; they had already done their duty, played their part in reuniting the pair who had made the inscriptions, so many years ago.
Harry Potter: Bathed in flaming founts of duty (The Countess Cathleen In Paradise - William Butler Yeats)
From the first day of that dark year, Pomona Sprout knows what her house will do. Not for them Gryffindor’s reckless blaze of glory, or Ravenclaw’s brilliant strategies, or Slytherin’s cunning self preservation. Hufflepuff will simply do their duty; stand for tolerance, loyalty, and justice. Stand... and die for them.
Firefly: On that neglected turf and quiet stone (Churchill’s Grave - Lord Byron)
It’s strange, visiting junkyards for engine parts. They make me think of a graveyard... dead ships, too broken to fly, left to rust. Still, they don’t need the parts no more, and I can’t keep Serenity flying without them. She won’t be another of these, not while I’m her mechanic.
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Date: 2013-08-14 11:06 pm (UTC)and I know, from the moment I first put my hand upon the tiller, that I’ll belong to the Swallow for the rest of my life.
This is a beautiful line. It kind of reminds me of Firefly and Mal's relationship with Serenity.
The "people I love" one is so poignant.
I love the idea of blending with paper and I'm intrigued by the fandom...
The Harry Potter one is wonderful. I do love Professor Sprout, and she's right that the Hufflepuffs will do their duty.
Awwww, Kaylee. :)
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Date: 2013-08-15 03:13 am (UTC)It is a good prompt, though some lines can be rather baffling - and I did have to skip one poem since it only had four lines, lol.
It kind of reminds me of Firefly and Mal's relationship with Serenity.
That's an interesting analogy... The way John and his sister Titty especially personify Swallow is rather like the way Mal and Kaylee relate to Serenity *wanders off considering Firefly/Swallows and Amazons comparisons*
As soon as I read the line I thought of Nell, who narrates this - she lost her parents and sister when she was 22 (the Cherry mentioned was her sister, who died at 16); one of her dearest friends (in my headcanon, her girlfriend at one time) married and went to live in Singapore; and this is set right after she was in a bus accident, when Hilda nearly died. I've also had that scene in my head for a while... The bunnies seem to have embarked me on a quest to write the whole history of Nell and Hilda's relationship! (Eeeek!)
"The Little White Horse" is a beautiful children's book by Elizabeth Goudge. The people and books I wrote about are a side storyline really, but a lovely one. I recommend it! (not so much the film based on it... Apparently the BBC made a miniseries, why did I not know this?)
Hufflepuffs are awesome!
:) That tends to be my reaction to Kaylee, she's so adorable.