It’s my day! Finally!
First a very well-deserved thank you to enigmaticblues for organizing this event. This is my first time posting here and I’m excited to participate. Ye gods, it felt like forever waiting for the opportunity to share some of these pieces. It was incredibly hard (TWSS = That’s what Spike said) as my first reaction is to post them right away. *is feedback whore*
Without further ado, for my opening act I present this little Spuffy poem in the style reminiscent of kindergarteners the world over!
Title: Songs From The Cellar
Summary: Spike has more than a bit of time on his hands there in Buffy’s basement and more poetry in his newly restored soul than poor William ever imagined. Idle minds lead to musings and idle hands can lead to bad poetry.
Setting: S7 Begins between Storyteller and Lies my Parents Told Me
A/N: The conclusions drawn by Spike in this short tale belong solely to him and his tortured soul and are not necessarily shared in whole with the author.
Sonnets are Italian rhyming scheme (ABBA ABBA CDE CDE) a la Barrett-Browning(with far less talent).
Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not belong to me and are being used for amusement purposes only. All rights remain with Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, the original writers of the episodes, books and other licensed products connected to Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel particularly Twentieth Century Fox, WB, CW, and UPN, all rights reserved. Bits of dialogue from “Potential” by Rebecca Rand Kirsher Continue Reading
Title: A Window On William (the Bloody Awful Poet)
Summary: Poems in varying styles in the voice of souled Spike for seasonal_spuffy spring 2009
A/N: Cinquain poems follow the following rules:
Line 1 – One word (a noun) naming the subject of the verse.
Line 2 – Two words (adjectives) describing the subject.
Line 3 – Three words (verbs) describing the subject’s actions.
Line 4 – Four words giving the writer’s opinion of the subject.
Line 5 – One word (noun) giving another name for the subject.
Tanka is a Japanese poetry type of five lines, the first and third composed of five syllables and the rest of seven. Tanka is the oldest type of poetry in Japan.
Shakespearean sonnet: 14 lines, The usual rhyme scheme is end-rhymed a-b-a-b, c-d-c-d, e-f-e-f, g-g.
Septet, 7 line stanza ABABCCC
One last tip of the hat to this round’s theme. Thank you for reading!
Started with a fake,
ended up with something real.
‘S poetic, that.
Originally posted at http://seasonal-spuffy.livejournal.com/336989.html
Enters crypt, winces.
Unsure what she expected…
not this mangled man.
Checks out her double,
wonders how friends were fooled by
Though battered and fried,
remains a pain in Glory’s
lame, lopsided ass.
marred by false allegations
and blame—there’s blame now?!
This Keyed-up wack job
wants to know about l’il sis?
See her in hell first.
Bot tires of waiting
for her Master to return.
Go make Spike happy!
Blow job suspended
as Hero Harris blows in.
No one bloody knocks!
What has she become
that only the dead love her?
Is something missing?
Vamps deftly dispatched,
and yet she itches for more.
Spikey has the cure.
Bot on a mission:
“Vampires of the world, beware!”
God of bad home perms
longs for the hellfires of home.
Slayer holds the Key.
Buffy gropes to find the truth;
Spike fondles a lie.
Watcher shakes his gourd,
does arcane novelty dance;
Cougar spirit guides?
Turtlenecks in the desert?!
Visionquests are strange.
Originally posted at http://seasonal-spuffy.livejournal.com/333823.html
A/N: #3 is one of two haiku I’ve previously written for “Intervention.”