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shweta_narayan
12 July 2010 @ 12:03 pm
Our week with Karen Joy Fowler had only just started. She'd only just started opening up my brain and rearranging it. She's still doing that.

We'd killed Roman just a few days before:



And our scream-for-Jeff was getting pretty interestingly driven-over.




I may or may not have written a sonnet on the fridge in dry erase marker by then. Timing on things without schedules or photographic records is pretty fuzzy at this point.

Speaking of sonnets, time to post... something else entirely :)
 
 
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shweta_narayan
12 July 2010 @ 12:14 pm
I doubt this one needs explanation; pretty sure you'll know where it comes from.
It's another long 'un, at 29 lines. I'll be posting this week's short poem on Thursday - and that will be a sonnet. I write more sonnets* than I realized!

And onward with the poem :)


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They don't want us to know

    They come to princes too.
Girls get virtues
            -- boys
    get named.

Don't mention Honorable, strangled in sleep
-- they always name him first --
or  brother Literate (left a carmine ribbon
        in his book, marking
messy death
and second sons).
                Kindly they left wailing
at a widow's door; she named him
Jack.  What use gentleness
in kings?  Besides,

                little Charming didn't like him. 
Their charmed third, their hope.  So endearing,
so
        sensitive.  What he likes --

                captive birds.  Girls
in towers, in donkeyskin rags
in distress, Nobody
to see them, kiss them
        better
    before him.  Nobody to raise
unsightly fusses

                later.

The fairies always leave him
so
        sensitive.


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*On which note, My 6-week poem spree is now fully funded, and poems 1, 2, 3, and 4 are up -- but another $3 donated to Clarion will get you three tarot sonnets at the end of week 6 instead of two, and every $10 after that will get another.

 
 
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