Poetry Party: word and drama

July 16th was my friend Hide's birthday, and a wonderfully lavish party was held, complete with delicious treats, a variety of drinks, and – a romantic poetry read! Not everyone stepped up to the mark, nor came in dress; there was much recital from bodice-rippers. I, however, wrote a poem for the occasion, inspired by who else but Snape.


Elegance and strawberry shortcake. Yum!

SARCASTIC

The day we met
you were wearing your favorite outfit in the color of my life
I had dropped through a gap in time
into this Otherplace of pain and grief
A stranger in this territory you called Home
whose native language you spoke with terrifying grace
The flavor of your voice as complex, as bittersweet,
as dark as blackstrap molasses and your frock coat even darker
I hated you for your words
loved you for your words
wielded with a swordmaster's sublime skill
the cruel edge of your tongue dripping
in the rich red crimson of its conquest
cutting to the core of our contempt
consonants exquisite
Yet when we the world dissovered that the fire
tempering your edge was born of love's crucible,
we grieved and gave our hearts to you
Now you've up and moved,
to a region where I cannot follow
You always did love your solitude.
But where the spark of a soul resides hidden
and protected, one cannot die –
and the fire in the core of your cold steel
ignited one in mine
Welcome home, dearest Animus!
You and I have lost our taste for happiness and smiles
but if contentment and snarks suit your palette
as they do mine, you are invited to dine at my table
Then let us stroll at night through silent shadow
and silver shrouds of mist,
where secrets yet to be spoken await
in shades of grey satin and black velvet –
whispered silken subtle sarcasms slipping
across my skin like a sabre's caress
Kiss me now, deeply, with lips cool and sweet,
a balm to my soul's agonies
your tongue tasting of my own essence
carven from the depth of my desires
delicious
I will surf the keen edge of your words
until the fathomless folds of your voice envelop me
Drowning in a dark abyss of bliss
Out of my mind
and not minding it
not minding it
ONE
LITTLE
BIT.


George recites his poem, ending with a seductive "Meow!"


An adventure upon a pirate ship by Colleen


Contented (and perhaps slightly drunk) listeners. Birthday gal Hide in the middle with fan. (Topic of recitals did absolutely nothing to alleviate the heat in the room.)