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Sonnet For Merrill
She chases butterflies of gold and blue
That others do not see. In Kirkwall’s maze
She darts and dances lightly. As they do,
She glories in the gentle autumn days.
The templars do not look at one more elf
To see the magic in her soul, and so
She has no fear, she’s free to please herself,
To puzzle over mirrors, and to go
Wherever Hawke may lead, save home. The cost
Is high; the exile from her clan, each scar
On arms or heart a mark of what she’s lost,
And what she’s working to regain. There’s far
To go, and yet she dances on the way.
Her people’s tale is worth the price. She’ll pay.
She chases butterflies of gold and blue
That others do not see. In Kirkwall’s maze
She darts and dances lightly. As they do,
She glories in the gentle autumn days.
The templars do not look at one more elf
To see the magic in her soul, and so
She has no fear, she’s free to please herself,
To puzzle over mirrors, and to go
Wherever Hawke may lead, save home. The cost
Is high; the exile from her clan, each scar
On arms or heart a mark of what she’s lost,
And what she’s working to regain. There’s far
To go, and yet she dances on the way.
Her people’s tale is worth the price. She’ll pay.
Literature
Cherished
She persuades him to lie down and be still for her
Naked in body only,
her eyes peer past the whole to the pieces.
She squeezes his breasts
Sweet, ripe little things
How they ache for her.
Curious hands become gentle fingers
Sliding up his throat
knuckles rasping against stubble
Skating across his forehead smoothing furrows.
Press gently on the delicate skin at the edges of his eyes
Follow down between the eyebrows
The straight line of his nose
Stroking soft lips that part in hungry expectancy.
She stretches his arms above his head, palms up.
Traces with spider legs down his shivering skin
Tickles the hair of his armpits
Nuzzling her
Literature
Driftfoot
waking up at 3 past midnight
wiping dreams from my calm eyes
no starlight peering through the blinds
but still i find myself alive
my bones are up and want to jam
a barefoot run at 4am
the blue hood swirls about my head
and lifts my sweet heart back to bed
Literature
Enemmies
I am the CEO
I am the judge and jury
I am the big spender
I am the iron fist
I am the decider
I am the forest
I am the greenery
I am the deer and the doves
I am the usable space
I am the decision
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A really excellent and moving bit of poetry, well done. I'm not too experienced with poetry myself, so I don't really have any feedback relating to it structurally, but it has a great tone, and encompasses a great deal of Merrill's character. Thanks for sharing!