Pink. Undulating. Moist. In and out it goes Caressing the air, tasting skin. Longer than expected, Sometimes dangling, Something dancing. When you least expect it, BAM! Indy’s tongue is in your mouth.
Just remember: I never made any claims that my poetry was good.
As I mentioned earlier this week, I’m reading Fierce Fairytales by Nikita Gill. This collection of poems and stories reminds me of the novels of Gregory Maguire. Ever seen the Broadway hit musical Wicked? That’s probably his most famous novel.
Similar to Maguire, Gill is turning the fairytales on their heads, questioning what’s truly good or evil. Is anyone or anything purely good or evil? Have we heard the whole story, or just part of the story? These are the questions that are asked, and sometimes answered in Fierce Fairytales.
I am wholeheartedly enjoying this, and I wanted to share this one quote with you.
That idea … it was you. You are the universe’s fairytale come true.
Fierce Fairytales by Nikita Gill
If you are in need of some inspiration or a different way of looking at things, at life, at yourself, the world around us, I highly, highly recommend reading this. Life is certainly not a fairytale — but what if it was? What if the big bad wolf was really a friend? What made Cinderella’s step-mother wicked and what made her step-sisters so awful? Everyone has a story, even the bad guys.
Apparently April is National Poetry Month!!
In celebration of National Poetry Month, I’ll be reading Fierce Fairytales: Poems and Stories to Stir Your Soul.
Here’s my contribution, although it’s not new. It’s just newly published (here).
The Vampire
His skin is cool to the touch,
his lips red as blood.
The body is dead, yet the mind lives on,
the soul is gone, but the heart still beats.
This unnatural creature walks at night;
he is on the prowl, a hunter of the darkness.
He preys on young women, small children, and men.
But he is also a lover, a handsome man.
A man who is no longer alive,
a soulless being, who knows only immortality.
He cannot love and cannot feel joy,
but also cannot die.
He would give anything for love,
his life, his dark gift, his immortality.
This sacrifice he would make,
for the sake of love.
This woman, his one true love, is gone.
With her dark brown eyes,
and long, dark hair
she is impossible to forget.
He's roamed the earth
for hundreds and thousands of years,
desperately seeking his love,
unable to forgive himself,
unwilling to accept what cannot be undone.
The inspiration for this poem is (clearly) my love of the Interview with the Vampire novels by Anne Rice. Also, Brad Pitt was excellent in the movie. 😀
I was hoping to be productive this weekend, but so far that hasn’t happened. I guess I have a lot more time at home in front of me, so it doesn’t really matter.
Also, who’s going to notice if my floors are overdue for mopping?
I find it slightly ironic that I’m fully stocked up on food and have enough for 2+ weeks of decent meals without going out, and yet I’m eating chips and salsa, bagels and cream cheese, and cheese and crackers for my meals this weekend.
I read something online yesterday that said if everyone would stop hoarding and panic buying, and just go back to buying weekly groceries like normal, stores could be fully stocked again in 7-14 days. And I bet this is correct. So I am going to try to stay out of the grocery store for 14 days. I really wanted to go today to get some yeast and some flour for bread making. I have some but I think I’m slightly short on the amount of flour I need. And then when I thought about it, I realized that I have plenty of food, and it’s not at all essential.
It seems a lot of people bought bottled water, just in case. And here in California, water is on the list of items for earthquake preparedness, so it’s not an outrageous thing to buy. I, however, did not get any water. So here’s what I’m doing instead, just in case — every time I finish a bottle of wine, I wash it and fill it up with filtered water from my fridge, and put the cork back in. Pretty soon, I will have rows upon rows of bottles filled with water.
As a special treat today, since I don’t have a very entertaining update for the day, here’s another poem.
Darkness A troubled soul cries out, lost amidst the darkness. The night sky is dark, darker than any before. The stars shine brighter, to light the way, as the night grows on. Lost souls gazing at the horizon, the darkness gives way to dawn, and the stars fade away.