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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.
Friday, September 26th, 2008 01:20 am (UTC)
Mid September and time for harvest. Ranchers pull their sheep back from the hills to prep for cull, branding, sale, and breeding.

spring is a long way away, the 4-H shows a distant memory and distant anticipation simultaneously. We bed down the last vegetable crops and double-dig the soil, cover the rosebushes near the house as the first frosts settle in, and use the hydraulic combines to pull in the last of the wheat and barley from the fields.

Poised on the edge of equinox, the land takes a deep breath and holds it... soon, soon will be the long rest, the sleep of greening, and the quilting, repair, and storytelling shift for the people. Fire keeps the dark at bay; and the dog, curled warm on Grandma's braided hearth rug, sighs and settles deeper into his nap.

we spiral into the dark, unafraid of the cycle of life, birth, choice, death. It's all part of the pattern.
Edited 2008-09-26 01:22 am (UTC)
Friday, September 26th, 2008 02:39 am (UTC)
:o)