- JRandomLurker
Ref comic 365
Light and Babel
2003 0128
By: Jon Keim (J.Random)
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Having abandoned the party,
its raging lights and color thrown,
a girl sets out, drifting,
to wander through the stars alone,
wrapped in warm and patchful cotton
her flowing dress is overgrown.
These people only make her tired
she spreads her wings and heads for home.
The night, it seems, is getting brighter
the farther from the lights she's flown;
away from darkest brightest Babel
into the looming, gray unknown.
She settles down into familiar
streets of dull and crystal blue;
even lit with queerest lamplight
these streets to her could not be new.
A wish she makes for some distraction
before she sleeps, a calming tool;
and haunted there a book and table,
abandoned in a sapphire pool.
Her thus-diverted conscious clamor
allows her truer self a view.
"Oh do you hate the fires of Babel,
despite their iron hold on you?"
Wherever she came to be standing
there passed in front a bolted door.
A halfling hewn of hardened dimness
"I'll take this sin and nothing more."
Defending them was too demanding:
her sandy lines drawn on the floor.
She casts the book to wordless slumber,
thinks of the light she'd tarried for
and can only stare into the future
(a silent resignation's chore);
press onward with her strained defenses,
and long for light that passed before.
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Garran was wanting for an "Erika (verse)" proper the other day. I figured I'd oblige him, inspired as I was by Shoka's Lost Wings piece (though I won't pretend to match the quailty of his verse. That's why I'm hoping others will contribute here & validate this thread somewhat). If you're curious as to why I called it "Erika [verse] 3", here are volumes one and two.
As to the poem itself, just idle versifying and doggerel, written in less than an hour because my muse was feeling left out, underutilized and terribly inspired to do something, ANYTHING. These are just sorta my narrative impressions of the latest DPD, and heavily informed by my own feelings at the moment. I tried to direct it along the lines of Erika's themes, but not knowing these themes myself, as well as having to work with a very stubborn muse, I have no idea how well I held to that.
As for the structure, I've very recently started raiding my father's Moody Blues collection. So blame their songs, maybe one of the ones on "In Search of the Lost Chord".
Oh well. 'Nuff rambling. Hope you enjoyed, and add some poetry of your own!
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