I wrote a poem
13 September 2013 12:56![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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sb_fag_ends prompt that I picked specifically from the poetry wot I like on my shelf, so I didn't really have any excuse anyway. This is the link, or below the cut:
Flashblind
twinkle-stars surround it
happy as the lit, clean curve of its condition
rests eclipsed by this world’s darker face
this moon, it’s got the memory of who I used to be
its echo, new and silent,
black and plain against the cold and empty
depths of heaven
no matter how much time I stare for, I
can’t shake the images of my black veins
where they were branded by a stronger light
I find myself again
and yet I stare
and long too long to find myself in darkness
hoping maybe yours will do
it’s when you’ve only seen the shadow – then
it’s easy to forget the sun – and you,
I know you’ve long forgotten how it burns and how
the glare can carve across you, searing bright red wounds
dead leaves around us and the glow of grazing bark
you asked me in the cemetery what I see
exactly
right when my eyes fall open and I pause to look at you
but when I look at you
I don’t see anything
I don’t see anything
.
In other news, it's been a while since you've had a Nigel Kennedy video, so have another:
Sound quality's ever so slightly better on the Radio 3 website - http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/p01g9vvg - but the embed doesn't work because the BBC have never fixed that...
sb_fag_ends prompt that I picked specifically from the poetry wot I like on my shelf, so I didn't really have any excuse anyway. This is the link, or below the cut:Flashblind
twinkle-stars surround it
happy as the lit, clean curve of its condition
rests eclipsed by this world’s darker face
this moon, it’s got the memory of who I used to be
its echo, new and silent,
black and plain against the cold and empty
depths of heaven
no matter how much time I stare for, I
can’t shake the images of my black veins
where they were branded by a stronger light
I find myself again
and yet I stare
and long too long to find myself in darkness
hoping maybe yours will do
it’s when you’ve only seen the shadow – then
it’s easy to forget the sun – and you,
I know you’ve long forgotten how it burns and how
the glare can carve across you, searing bright red wounds
dead leaves around us and the glow of grazing bark
you asked me in the cemetery what I see
exactly
right when my eyes fall open and I pause to look at you
but when I look at you
I don’t see anything
I don’t see anything
.
In other news, it's been a while since you've had a Nigel Kennedy video, so have another:
Sound quality's ever so slightly better on the Radio 3 website - http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/p01g9vvg - but the embed doesn't work because the BBC have never fixed that...