Sea Fish WishesIf you could bring the rain to droughtland,Sea Fish Wishes2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We would fling upon your feet,
As flies upon horseback,
And oggle over your splendid human nature.
But there is no forth wit and no reverence for such things,
So improbably spoken of,
That none dare in their attempts,
But sit in recompense and think,
Think of the rain,
The joy of its dance,
The pitter and the patter of it,
Like tears from Heaven streaming,
Upon the life blood of the Earth.
But these are wishes,
Of fish upon river banks,
Gulping in sand,
Wide-eyed and thunderbusted,
Flabbergasping for their last breath.
And the misuse is pertinent,
And just right enough to make sadness rife with rememberance,
So like the sunset takes the mountain,
We, too, take our leave.
WhispersWhispersWhispers2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Pauline," Halt said, looking up at his girlfriend, "What's wrong?"
The diplomat sighed.
The ranger raised an eyebrow.
Pauline gave a frustrated sigh.
"Fine," she said, "There are...you know...whispers."
Halt gave a snort.
"Yes. Whispers. About my career."
Pauline's career was rising dramatically, and many narrow-minded men were crying foul. Women in the work force was radical enough - but a woman at the top of her chosen career?! Outrage!
Halt sighed. Some people.
"Well, what are they about?"
"They're just...you know..." For once in her life, Pauline was at a loss for words.
"People are talking about how I'm an 'independent woman' and yet I'm seeing you. They're calling me a hypocrite." she said finally, adding a sigh to the end of it.
Halt growled - a low, guttural sound - without even realizing he did.
"Idiots," he snarled.
"Idiots with power." Pauline agreed with a sad nod. She looked down at their entwined hands.
"Halt, what am I going