Dec. 23rd, 2018
Poem: "Where They Built the Bodies"
Dec. 23rd, 2018 11:33 amThis poem came out of the March 6, 2018 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by prompts from
curiosity and
mirrorofsmoke. It also fills the "laboratory" square in my 12-3-17 card for the
genprompt_bingo fest. This poem has been sponsored by a pool with
ng_moonmoth,
mama_kestrel, and
fuzzyred. It belongs to the series Diminished Expectations.
WARNING: This poem contains disturbing images. Highlight to read the warnings, some of which are spoilers. It includes seduction for violent purposes, a mad science lab, graphic description of slavery and other abuses against sentient beings, brainwashing, vengeance, industrial espionage, death, and other mayhem. Please consider your tastes and headspace before deciding if this is something you want to read.
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WARNING: This poem contains disturbing images. Highlight to read the warnings, some of which are spoilers. It includes seduction for violent purposes, a mad science lab, graphic description of slavery and other abuses against sentient beings, brainwashing, vengeance, industrial espionage, death, and other mayhem. Please consider your tastes and headspace before deciding if this is something you want to read.
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This poem came out of the March 6, 2018 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by a prompt from
mirrorofsmoke. It also fills the "orgasm" square in my 9-3-17 card for the
ladiesbingo fest. This poem has been sponsored by a pool with
ng_moonmoth,
fuzzyred, and
mama_kestrel. It belongs to the series Diminished Expectations.
Warning: This poem is all frank sex talk.
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Warning: This poem is all frank sex talk.
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Poem: "The Colors in His Tapestries"
Dec. 23rd, 2018 12:16 pmThis poem came out of the March 20, 2018 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by a prompt from
curiosity. It also fills the "wise" square in my 1/31/18 You Are card for the Valentines Bingo fest. This poem has been sponsored by a pool with
ng_moonmoth,
fuzzyred, and
mama_kestrel. It belongs to the Yellow Unicorns series.
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Poem: "Healing Horns"
Dec. 23rd, 2018 12:27 pmThis poem came out of the January 2018
crowdfunding Creative Jam. It was inspired by a prompt from
alexseanchai. It also fills the "blood" square of my 10-1-17 card for the Fall Festival Bingo. This poem belongs to the Yellow Unicorns series.
"Healing Horns"
After the battle, they come,
tawny and timid, but determined
to seal up the streams of blood.
The stallions move among
the injured men, touching them
with horns the color of gilded pearls.
The unicorns never heal everyone,
though, and nobody knows why.
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"Healing Horns"
After the battle, they come,
tawny and timid, but determined
to seal up the streams of blood.
The stallions move among
the injured men, touching them
with horns the color of gilded pearls.
The unicorns never heal everyone,
though, and nobody knows why.
Poem: "A Horror of the Color Yellow"
Dec. 23rd, 2018 12:35 pmThis poem came out of the March 20, 2018 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by a prompt from
dialecticdreamer. It also fills the "panic attack" square in my 2-28-18 card for the Slice-of-Life Bingo fest. This poem has been sponsored by a pool with
ng_moonmoth,
fuzzyred, and
mama_kestrel. It belongs to the Yellow Unicorns series.
Warning: This poem contains some touchy topics. Highlight to read the warnings, some of which are spoilers. It includes reference to sexual abuse by priests, phobia of the color yellow, panic attacks, and other angst. Please consider your tastes and headspace before reading onward.
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Poem: "Like the Desert Wind"
Dec. 23rd, 2018 12:57 pmThis poem came out of the March 20, 2018 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by a prompt from
siliconshaman. It also fills the "citrus fruit" square in my 2-28-18 card for the Slice-of-Life Bingo fest. his poem has been sponsored by a pool with
ng_moonmoth,
fuzzyred, and
mama_kestrel. It belongs to the Yellow Unicorns series.
"Like the Desert Wind"
People speak in whispers of
the rare sand unicorns
of the deep deserts,
their habits and biology.
Their coats are a pale golden yellow,
the color of citrine sand in sunlight.
They dance along the sand dunes
leaving heart-shaped hoofprints as they
wander from one oasis to another.
They feast on oranges, lemons, and limes.
They browse on sweet dates and figs.
They purify the water in the pools.
Even the leopards back away
to let the sand unicorns pass by,
for their horns can cut like the desert wind.
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"Like the Desert Wind"
People speak in whispers of
the rare sand unicorns
of the deep deserts,
their habits and biology.
Their coats are a pale golden yellow,
the color of citrine sand in sunlight.
They dance along the sand dunes
leaving heart-shaped hoofprints as they
wander from one oasis to another.
They feast on oranges, lemons, and limes.
They browse on sweet dates and figs.
They purify the water in the pools.
Even the leopards back away
to let the sand unicorns pass by,
for their horns can cut like the desert wind.
Poem: "The Prairie Horns"
Dec. 23rd, 2018 01:06 pmThis poem came out of the March 20, 2018 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by a prompt from
kellan_the_tabby. This poem has been sponsored by a pool with
ng_moonmoth,
fuzzyred, and
mama_kestrel. It belongs to the Yellow Unicorns series.
"The Prairie Horns"
On the plains,
the grass grows tall
and moves in waves
like the ocean.
In summer it's green
and everyone can see it,
but as the weather dries
and turns toward autumn,
the grass begins to fade.
In some places it turns brown,
in others pale green, and paler,
until it nearly vanishes from view,
lost in whispering shadows.
The prairie horns move through it,
their coats a brighter shade than
sun-dried grass, that only people
moved by spirit can see.
The grass parts around them,
like waves before the prow of a ship,
and even unseen, they are beautiful.
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"The Prairie Horns"
On the plains,
the grass grows tall
and moves in waves
like the ocean.
In summer it's green
and everyone can see it,
but as the weather dries
and turns toward autumn,
the grass begins to fade.
In some places it turns brown,
in others pale green, and paler,
until it nearly vanishes from view,
lost in whispering shadows.
The prairie horns move through it,
their coats a brighter shade than
sun-dried grass, that only people
moved by spirit can see.
The grass parts around them,
like waves before the prow of a ship,
and even unseen, they are beautiful.
Poem: "The Unicorn Mirror"
Dec. 23rd, 2018 01:10 pmThis poem came out of the March 20, 2018 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by a prompt from
mama_kestrel. This poem has been sponsored by a pool with
ng_moonmoth,
fuzzyred, and
mama_kestrel. It belongs to the Yellow Unicorns series.
"The Unicorn Mirror"
The cathedral has a mirror
that is said to show unicorns.
It stands six feet high and
holds a tall oval of silvered glass,
its ornate frame made of trees and flowers
and the only unicorns some people will ever see.
They bring it out on festival days to see whether
the unicorns from the healing garden will
deign to come and look into the mirror.
When they do, it doesn't reveal
much more than the people could see
just by looking at them -- but it's beautiful,
the way the light of heaven catches on
their coats and reflects in the mirror,
sun and shadow dancing like strange flames.
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"The Unicorn Mirror"
The cathedral has a mirror
that is said to show unicorns.
It stands six feet high and
holds a tall oval of silvered glass,
its ornate frame made of trees and flowers
and the only unicorns some people will ever see.
They bring it out on festival days to see whether
the unicorns from the healing garden will
deign to come and look into the mirror.
When they do, it doesn't reveal
much more than the people could see
just by looking at them -- but it's beautiful,
the way the light of heaven catches on
their coats and reflects in the mirror,
sun and shadow dancing like strange flames.
Poem: "Unicorn Shadows"
Dec. 23rd, 2018 01:14 pmThis poem came out of the March 20, 2018 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by a prompt from
librarygeek. This poem has been sponsored by a pool with
ng_moonmoth,
fuzzyred, and
mama_kestrel. It belongs to the Yellow Unicorns series.
"Unicorn Shadows"
They move through the world
a half-step aside from the material plane.
The light of heaven spills over their coats
even as their hooves touch the earth.
They are as fleet as thought
and as supple as the wind.
They are invisible except to
those of spiritual inclination,
and yet in one regard, the same as all:
the shadows, even of yellow unicorns, are black.
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"Unicorn Shadows"
They move through the world
a half-step aside from the material plane.
The light of heaven spills over their coats
even as their hooves touch the earth.
They are as fleet as thought
and as supple as the wind.
They are invisible except to
those of spiritual inclination,
and yet in one regard, the same as all:
the shadows, even of yellow unicorns, are black.
Poem: "The Wily Princess"
Dec. 23rd, 2018 01:19 pmThis poem came out of the March 20, 2018 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by a prompt from
technoshaman. It also fills the "patient" square in my 1-31-18 card for the Valentines Bingo fest. This poem has been sponsored by a pool with
ng_moonmoth,
fuzzyred, and
mama_kestrel. It belongs to the Yellow Unicorns series.
"The Wily Princess"
The forest is deep and green,
its floor carpeted with ferns.
The wily princess slips through,
clad in her brother's hunting clothes.
She stalks the yellow unicorns,
but she cannot see them, not even
when they are right in front of her.
The wily princess is more a student
of alchemy than of spirituality.
She draws what she can see --
the heart-shaped hoofprints,
the flattened bed of ferns,
the smooth scores on trees
where they polish their horns.
She does not understand the unicorns,
but she is learning how they live.
It takes time, but she is patient.
Her drawings are high in demand,
and people will trade alchemy papers
for pictures of almost-unicorns.
For the wily princess, that is enough.
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"The Wily Princess"
The forest is deep and green,
its floor carpeted with ferns.
The wily princess slips through,
clad in her brother's hunting clothes.
She stalks the yellow unicorns,
but she cannot see them, not even
when they are right in front of her.
The wily princess is more a student
of alchemy than of spirituality.
She draws what she can see --
the heart-shaped hoofprints,
the flattened bed of ferns,
the smooth scores on trees
where they polish their horns.
She does not understand the unicorns,
but she is learning how they live.
It takes time, but she is patient.
Her drawings are high in demand,
and people will trade alchemy papers
for pictures of almost-unicorns.
For the wily princess, that is enough.
Poem: "Strength, Courage, and Victory"
Dec. 23rd, 2018 01:41 pmThis poem is spillover from the November 6, 2018 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by prompts from
siliconshaman,
technoshaman,
ng_moonmoth,
mdlbear, and
librarygeek. It also fills the "present(s)" square in my 11-5-18 card for the Family Ties Bingo fest. This poem has been sponsored by a pool with
ng_moonmoth,
fuzzyred, and
mama_kestrel. It belongs to the series An Army of One.
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Poem: "Some Stages of Instability"
Dec. 23rd, 2018 02:48 pmThis poem is spillover from the November 6, 2018 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by a prompt from
technoshaman. It also fills the "playing in the mud" square in my 11-5-18 card for the Family Ties Bingo fest. This poem has been sponsored by a pool with
ng_moonmoth,
fuzzyred, and
mama_kestrel. It belongs to the Iron Horses thread of the Polychrome Heroics series.
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Poem: "Only the Finest"
Dec. 23rd, 2018 05:08 pmThis poem is spillover from the September 18, 2018 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by a prompt from
rix_scaedu. It also fills the "amputation" square in my 3-1-18 card for the Disability Bingo fest, and the "safe" square in my 9-1-18 card for the Cottoncandy Bingo fest. This poem has been sponsored by a pool with
ng_moonmoth,
fuzzyred, and
mama_kestrel. It belongs to Skink thread of the Polychrome Heroics series.
WARNING: This poem contains intense and controversial topics. Highlight to read the warnings, some of which are spoilers. It features anxiety, earthquakes, mass casualty incidents, messy medical details, superpower overstrain, passing out from exhaustion, and other challenges. Please consider your tastes and headspace before reading onward.
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This poem is spillover from the September 18, 2018 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by a prompt from
readera. It also fills the "optimism" square in my 9-1-18 card for the Cottoncandy Bingo fest. This poem has been sponsored by a pool with
ng_moonmoth,
fuzzyred, and
mama_kestrel. It belongs to the Big One thread of the Polychrome Heroics series.
WARNING: This poem contains intense and controversial topics. Highlight to read the warnings, some of which are spoilers. It features earthquakes, mass casualty incidents, graphic injuries, messy medical details, life and death decisions, self-care in emergency circumstances, and other angst. Please consider your tastes and headspace before reading onward.
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WARNING: This poem contains intense and controversial topics. Highlight to read the warnings, some of which are spoilers. It features earthquakes, mass casualty incidents, graphic injuries, messy medical details, life and death decisions, self-care in emergency circumstances, and other angst. Please consider your tastes and headspace before reading onward.
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Poem: "The Compass That Guides Us"
Dec. 23rd, 2018 09:32 pmThis poem came out of the June 2018
crowdfunding Creative Jam. It was inspired by a prompt from
dialecticdreamer. It also fills the "devotion" square in my 6-4-18 Dark Fantasy card for the Winteriron Bingo Adventure. This poem has been sponsored by a pool with
ng_moonmoth,
fuzzyred, and
mama_kestrel. It belongs to the Marionettes thread of the Polychrome Heroics series.
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