Shakespeare
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ds_flashfictionI realize this isn't exactly what the challenge was meant to generate, but I sat down to write and this is what happened. I hope y'all enjoy. Many thanks to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sanj and sihayab for giving me the go-ahead.
On To You
Pursuing my father's killers brought me hence:
I stayed for reasons reas'n knows nothing of.
It may be what I felt for Ray was love
(He never "led me on," in his defense.)
Too long I tarried North, and now I find
My partner's looks and manner passing strange.
I always feared I might wind up deranged
Given the way my dead speak in my mind
And no one now will look me in the eye
To tell me who this "Vecchio" may be.
It is as though nobody here but me
Can tell that aught's amiss, askew, awry.
Full fair found I my Ray's prominent face
But this Ray's fair of head, and arms, and gait.
It's true I've never been what you'd call "straight,"
But rare I'm this struck down by easy grace.
Am I deceived, or in those laughing eyes
Might interest lurk, a hint of what might come?
He flashes me a smile and I'm struck dumb
By every choice that now before me lies.
My father's ghost no useful answers gives.
My deaf half-wolf wants donuts, "Boston Kreme."
I feel I stumble in some waking dream
I know not where Ray is, or if he lives,
Or how this stranger's come to know so well
The details of our working partnership.
I watch him sling his holster at his hip
And wonder, could his hands speak, what they'd tell
Of history. Who is this man, and why
This clumsy subterfuge? His walk's not right,
His nose, his dress: I even checked his bite.
And yet, perverse, I find I'd like to try
To glean his story, given he knows mine.
We seem to work together very well.
And what the future holds, no man can tell:
Not even ghosts can cross that shadowed line.
This Ray's a bafflement, a mystery.
But duty calls, an arsonist to track:
I guess I trust this man to watch my back
Until such time as he'll divulge to me
His purpose here. Unless, of course, it's true
I've snapped and nothing's different than before...
Enough: it's time to work. My friend, the door.
But think not that I'm fooled. I'm on to you.
(367 words)
sanj and sihayab for giving me the go-ahead. On To You
Pursuing my father's killers brought me hence:
I stayed for reasons reas'n knows nothing of.
It may be what I felt for Ray was love
(He never "led me on," in his defense.)
Too long I tarried North, and now I find
My partner's looks and manner passing strange.
I always feared I might wind up deranged
Given the way my dead speak in my mind
And no one now will look me in the eye
To tell me who this "Vecchio" may be.
It is as though nobody here but me
Can tell that aught's amiss, askew, awry.
Full fair found I my Ray's prominent face
But this Ray's fair of head, and arms, and gait.
It's true I've never been what you'd call "straight,"
But rare I'm this struck down by easy grace.
Am I deceived, or in those laughing eyes
Might interest lurk, a hint of what might come?
He flashes me a smile and I'm struck dumb
By every choice that now before me lies.
My father's ghost no useful answers gives.
My deaf half-wolf wants donuts, "Boston Kreme."
I feel I stumble in some waking dream
I know not where Ray is, or if he lives,
Or how this stranger's come to know so well
The details of our working partnership.
I watch him sling his holster at his hip
And wonder, could his hands speak, what they'd tell
Of history. Who is this man, and why
This clumsy subterfuge? His walk's not right,
His nose, his dress: I even checked his bite.
And yet, perverse, I find I'd like to try
To glean his story, given he knows mine.
We seem to work together very well.
And what the future holds, no man can tell:
Not even ghosts can cross that shadowed line.
This Ray's a bafflement, a mystery.
But duty calls, an arsonist to track:
I guess I trust this man to watch my back
Until such time as he'll divulge to me
His purpose here. Unless, of course, it's true
I've snapped and nothing's different than before...
Enough: it's time to work. My friend, the door.
But think not that I'm fooled. I'm on to you.
(367 words)
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Date: 2003-11-05 01:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-05 07:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-05 01:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-05 07:16 pm (UTC)a small whiny voice from the corner
Date: 2003-11-05 01:53 pm (UTC)(Yes, that does mean I'm illiterate, because even here Shakespeare is still Shakespeare.)
Um. Hint, please?
Re: a small whiny voice from the corner
Date: 2003-11-05 02:01 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2003-11-05 02:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-05 07:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-05 02:05 pm (UTC)Too long I tarried North, and now I find
My partner's looks and manner passing strange.
I always feared I might wind up deranged
So very, very...Shakespeare. And Fraser. And perfect.
And this had me laughing out loud:
But this Ray's fair of head, and arms, and gait.
It's true I've never been what you'd call "straight,"
I love it!
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Date: 2003-11-05 07:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-05 02:43 pm (UTC)--Kellie Matthews
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Date: 2003-11-05 07:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-05 03:05 pm (UTC)Who is this man, and why
This clumsy subterfuge? His walk's not right,
His nose, his dress: I even checked his bite.
hee! :D
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Date: 2003-11-05 09:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-05 03:52 pm (UTC)Now I want to write a DS sonnet.
You have inspired evil.
In other words. This was truly great.
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Date: 2003-11-05 07:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-05 07:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-05 04:21 pm (UTC)To tell me who this "Vecchio" may be.
Loved it! Very clever.
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Date: 2003-11-05 07:23 pm (UTC)Lovely Blair icon, btw.
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Date: 2003-11-05 05:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-05 09:48 pm (UTC)loved it!
Date: 2003-11-05 05:30 pm (UTC)Re: loved it!
Date: 2003-11-05 07:25 pm (UTC)Brilliant
Date: 2003-11-05 06:04 pm (UTC)Re: Brilliant
Date: 2003-11-05 07:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-05 09:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-05 09:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-05 09:09 pm (UTC)That is all. :)
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Date: 2003-11-05 09:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-05 09:43 pm (UTC)Might interest lurk, a hint of what might come?
He flashes me a smile and I'm struck dumb
By every choice that now before me lies.
You're freakin' amazing. I'm still sitting here with my mouth open.
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Date: 2003-11-05 09:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-05 11:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-06 01:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-05 11:07 pm (UTC)(And mighty lame it sounds, after that ^. *g*)
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Date: 2003-11-06 01:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-05 11:34 pm (UTC)I'd planned to tackle blank verse; but now I bow to you.
'Twas masterly, this ficlet, e'en brilliant: sharp and terse.
I'faith, methought 'twas Will himself, who penned thy clever verse!
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Date: 2003-11-06 01:41 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2003-11-06 04:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-06 01:41 pm (UTC)What everybody said...
Date: 2003-11-06 04:47 am (UTC)Julia
Re: What everybody said...
Date: 2003-11-06 01:42 pm (UTC)Holy cow...
Date: 2003-11-06 05:09 am (UTC)Bravo! ^^ *throws roses*
(I definitely watche this if it ever comes to the playhouse ^^)
Re: Holy cow...
Date: 2003-11-06 01:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-06 10:00 am (UTC)I guess I trust this man to watch my back
Until such time as he'll divulge to me
His purpose here. Unless, of course, it's true
I've snapped and nothing's different than before...
Loved it, loved it.
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Date: 2003-11-06 01:44 pm (UTC)Oh wow
Date: 2003-11-07 06:42 pm (UTC)Kass, that was one of the most fantastic dS things I have ever read. The rhythm, the words, the emotion. I just love it.
Re: Oh wow
Date: 2003-11-07 07:45 pm (UTC)I hadn't written iambic pentameter in a while, and it was fun to remember how it works. Whee! *g*
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Date: 2005-10-20 01:50 pm (UTC)*fails*
*worships you anyway*