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Sonnet for Fenris
Sonnet for Fenris
The patterns and the habits of a slave
Are all he knows for endless, painful years
And even once he runs, he can’t behave
As though he’s free; he’s driven by his fears.
The choking hate he raises as a wall
So none may see the pliant slave within.
He tries to raise his eyes and to stand tall
With mage’s shackles carved into his skin
And shoulders bowed against the pending blow.
He watches, and he sees the many ways
That others wear their freedom, as they go
About their simple lives and sweeter days.
He’ll learn that pride and ease, he swears. He’ll try
To break his slave̵
All
50 deviations
Literature
Psyche
Psyche
1.
Her wings are shaped of wishes
magic in each shining feather
to grant a heart-held dream
carry her swiftly through the air.
They’re strong wishes
at first, but they lose their power
to keep her aloft
so she preens carefully, kindly
discarding older feathers
before all their magic has faded
and letting the wind scatter them where it wills.
To a child, perhaps, who wants a puppy
to play with, or her hair to grow in curls
or to a man who dreams
of love, a woman
whose illness is incurable, a mother
or one who would be a mother...
if the wind carries a feather
to their path, if there’s magic enough
lingering in its v
Featured
6 deviations
Literature
Pegasus
Pegasus
Life spilling scarlet
into the sea
salt waters.
His wings beat
the waves into foam. Hesitating
he lurches free.
Poised
between curving world
and inviting sky.
Both are unfamiliar.
The clouds break
over his head
drowning him in sky.
... and Chimera
He settles to the earth
lightly, the grass barely bending
under his hooves. He folds his wings
and stoops to drink.
The human smell
reaches his nostrils
too late. The cold bridle shines golden
and heavy on him.
Over the sea, the wings of Pegasus
thunder about him.
Chimera is basking in the smoke
of her burning prey. The shimmering
of fire, or eyes, mas
The Zoo Of Dreams
14 deviations
Literature
Sonnet for Fenris
Sonnet for Fenris
The patterns and the habits of a slave
Are all he knows for endless, painful years
And even once he runs, he can’t behave
As though he’s free; he’s driven by his fears.
The choking hate he raises as a wall
So none may see the pliant slave within.
He tries to raise his eyes and to stand tall
With mage’s shackles carved into his skin
And shoulders bowed against the pending blow.
He watches, and he sees the many ways
That others wear their freedom, as they go
About their simple lives and sweeter days.
He’ll learn that pride and ease, he swears. He’ll try
To break his slave̵
Fan Stuff
25 deviations
Literature
For Angie
There is silence, now
and stillness, where he laughed
and loved, and lived. The light
is dimmed about you, and yet
the sun should seem less bright.
There is grief, the silver
and salt of tears. The longing
for just one more touch
one more word, one more
day.
It's a heavy word,
goodbye. Nobody wants
you to carry its weight
and never alone. For your grief
we grieve, in our limited way
from the outside.
This I believe, though (and I offer
these clumsy words, this stilted verse
as thin comfort against the cold):
he has not truly left you, though his life
is changed. Your walls
still hold the echoes of his voice.
Laughter will return, and love
Others
7 deviations
