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Tuesday, September 2nd, 2008 10:59 pm
Here's an offer to all you bored Residents of Internet out there.

I'm hijacking a meme from a much more accomplished writer [livejournal.com profile] cadhla, and offering it to you wholesale.
(oh, and btw go read [livejournal.com profile] cadhla, she's a local girl and a hell of a songsmith!)

Post a comment with three words and I will dust off my creative writing skills in an attempt to use your three words in some kind of creative writing project, whether poem or ficlet is yet to be determined, also let me know if you have a preferred format (type of poetry, drabble, ficlet, short story, preferred fandom?) and I will see what I can do.

I make no promises. I tell only the lies the Muse whispers sweetly in my ear.
Wednesday, September 3rd, 2008 06:15 am (UTC)
Bloody baby booties.

I'd like a poem, please.

And furthermore, I'd like to apologize for the grim subject matter. It jumped into my head unbidden. Feel free to pass this over for something more pleasant.
Wednesday, September 3rd, 2008 06:26 am (UTC)
Bloody baby booties


Her hand shook as she turned the page
And calculated the age
Her babe would be had he lived…

They said it was a necessary war
She never knew what it was for
She gave away the baby’s crib…

Explosions and gunfire broke the night
Her sister and mother wept from fright
As soldiers knocked on the door

Once again, years later, the fear,
Has it come again to us, here?
Wrinkled hands helped her lie on the floor.
Wednesday, September 3rd, 2008 07:11 am (UTC)
in vino veritas, my son...


thank you for your kind words.