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Thursday, April 17th, 2014 07:39 am
The Owl

Downhill I came, hungry, and yet not starved;
Cold, yet had heat within me that was proof
Against the North wind; tired, yet so that rest
Had seemed the sweetest thing under a roof.

Then at the inn I had food, fire, and rest,
Knowing how hungry, cold, and tired was I.
All of the night was quite barred out except
An owl’s cry, a most melancholy cry

Shaken out long and clear upon the hill,
No merry note, nor cause of merriment,
But one telling me plain what I escaped
And others could not, that night, as in I went.

And salted was my food, and my repose,
Salted and sobered, too, by the bird’s voice
Speaking for all who lay under the stars,
Soldiers and poor, unable to rejoice.
Thursday, April 17th, 2014 06:26 pm
The mower stalled, twice; kneeling, I found
A hedgehog jammed up against the blades,
Killed. It had been in the long grass.

I had seen it before, and even fed it, once.
Now I had mauled its unobtrusive world
Unmendably. Burial was no help:

Next morning I got up and it did not.
The first day after a death, the new absence
Is always the same; we should be careful

Of each other, we should be kind
While there is still time.
Thursday, April 17th, 2014 12:19 am
 Word meanings can shift over time.  Sometimes this is good, other times not so much.  I'm often bemused by "decimated" to mean "mostly or wholly destroyed."  It really means "1/10 destroyed."  LInk courtesy of my partner Doug.
Wednesday, April 16th, 2014 11:43 pm
This is the freebie for the March Muse Fusion over in Torn World. It was inspired by the prompt "Ressa off the clock."

"Off the Clock"

Ressa treasures the time
after hours when she does not
have to be Ressa the Clerk
or Ressa the Carnal Guild worker.

She can let her hair down,
a fall of straight brown silk
that covers her back like a shawl,
and brush it until it shines.

She can fill the tub with hot water
and pour scented oil over the surface
so that curls of white steam rise up
over the rainbow shimmers.

Some nights, Ressa soaks for an hour,
fantasizing what it would be like
if Bai were free to climb in with her
without worrying about entanglements.

She imagines how he would
play with her hair, so gently,
washing and rinsing the dark mass,
then brushing it out as it dried.

But she is alone in her bath,
as always, so some nights
she just washes quickly to get clean
and then climbs into bed.

Thursday, April 17th, 2014 07:15 am

Posted by mugumogu

Maru:[I completely hide.]

Hana:[What are you doing there?]

Hey Maru, you are like a Dharma doll.