June 6th, 2011


poem: as kingfishers catch fire

{some of you may have wondered why i refer to my magic & tattoos sga au series as the kingfishers 'verse. it's because of this poem, which captures pretty well the underlying theme of the entire series: john sheppard figuring out who/what he is and what he has to do in order to become/remain himself}

As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies dráw fláme;
As tumbled over rim in roundy wells
Stones ring; like each tucked string tells, each hung bell’s
Bow swung finds tongue to fling out broad its name;
Each mortal thing does one thing and the same:
Deals out that being indoors each one dwells;
Selves—goes itself; myself it speaks and spells,
Crying Whát I do is me: for that I came.

Í say móre: the just man justices;
Kéeps gráce: thát keeps all his goings graces;
Acts in God’s eye what in God’s eye he is—
Chríst—for Christ plays in ten thousand places,
Lovely in limbs, and lovely in eyes not his
To the Father through the features of men’s faces.

Gerard Manley Hopkins


I don't have to report for jury duty tomorrow!

If I wasn't trying to finish up my sga_genficathon story I'd have a celebratory prompt-fest-thing.


Eh, why not. Give me any 3-word combo, and I'll give you at least a hundred words in return, by the end of the week. Prompt away!