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Poem

Flipping through one of my notebooks, I found the first version of "butterfly's pen", the way I wrote it before changing it to a sonnet. The sonnet you may have already seen; if not, it's here.

I thought that it deserved to get off the page before the pencil fades, so here it is:

( butterfly's pen, early draft )

4:26 PM ( ramblings in the later day )

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Bill vs. Tina

RANDOM ADD-ON TO THIS POST (6/21): Lord help me! Now at least 1 person thinks that I actually support this pairing! Sweet mother of Clow! (And speaking of Clow -- I'm writing some of "My Name..." this morning, and I'm planning to put a teaser up this afternoon (LJ only) so... stay tuned.)

Dueling poems with William Shakespeare ("Let me not to the marriage of true minds...") and Christina Rosetti ("What Would I Give"), and it's a food fic, and dear gods it hurt like hell to write. I barely lasted to the almost 2000 words, and I'm so jumpy (espresso) that I forgot the disclaimer! TouyaxYue Only on ff.net so Konnie can read it. The last stanza of the Rosetti poem applies to me right now:
( make me clean )

All in all, I think I did a good job with it. But maybe it's the caffeine talking. I am never writing anyone else's OTP again. In fact, I'm not going to write any more pairings at all. ( Which means: )

Current Mood: indescribable
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los angeles,
poem

Returned.

Even when I was gone, I managed to be present. {laughs} Good thing, too, or I would have a lot more to catch up with, and I really need to do some writing. I was able to pop on the 'net while in L.A., but I didn't do any writing except for this:

( Poem written on the flight back )
( and more thoughts from me )

Current Mood: amused
Current Music: "Only the Good Die Young": Billy Joel

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April 11, 2004... I think it makes me the oldest.

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"butterfly's pen": the sonnet to Yue

(butterfly’s pen)

His wingéd beauty is not mine to own,

Nor did his being spring from my pale dreams,

Yet in my dreams, how often he has flown,

This love of mine who is not as he seems.

Velvet his eyes, of changing purple hue --

Ice cold, to chill a deeply burning grief --

Luminous eyes, of silver-flashing-blue,

Reveal a hidden heart without relief.

My pen belongs to him, to heal his soul,

His story to be told in my weak voice;

To fill this world with him has been my goal;

To weave my dreams for him has been my choice.

For thinking of him, only, my heart skips

Imagining the texture of his lips.

~*~

Author’s Note: Another sonnet. Yes, I am very much a Yue fangirl. This is why I write. If you read my stories, you will find that I do indeed imagine the texture of Yue’s lips (like iris petals: “Clow Stories, Kiss”) and I believe him to be grieving deeply for Clow (“Take Comfort”). He is not mine; I am reminded every time by the required disclaimer. But most of my stories on ff.net are Yue stories, because my pen does truly belong to him.

~butterflydreaming

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“Enchanting Enchantress”

Enchanting Enchantress
(A birthday sonnet for Sakura)

A little green-eyed girl with conjured wings
Surveys her kingdom while her charges sleep;
She questions not the burden of such things
As those she must protect, and promises to keep.

A naïve girl whose heart is pure and kind,
Our story's princess, heroine, and maid,
Who never knew the magic she would find,
The love she'd wake, the role that would be played.

She watches over those who'll never know
How magic's a capricious thing of whim:
The Mistress over creatures made by Clow,
Sakura, destined to now surpass him.

Cherry blossom that's poised to never fall,
Lovely enchantress who enchants us all.

~*~
[Poet's note: Written in under one hour to fulfill the Tsukimine Shrine
mini-challenge. April is not only Sakura Kinomoto's birthday month, but it
is also National Poetry Month... and my birthday month too! As you already
know, all things CCS are the property of CLAMP. I don't own the sonnet
form, either, because that's free to anyone who wants to torture herself
with rhyme scheme and iambic pentameter.]