Title: Of Brothers and Kings
Author: Lora Perry
Rating: T
Disclaimer: Don’t own, don’t sue
Summary: In which Peter and Edmund, the High King and the Just, talk of things that should have been talked about long ago, like the pain of coming home, and that dear sister of theirs.

( The time has come/To talk of many things )

to myself. will post fic next week. will. (probably won't.) but will! determination is our friend!

(this will never come to pass, may we please all accept it?)
[but, you love the Narnia fic that had been on your hardrive for a year]
(hush inner most thoughts, you have no place in this convo)

le sigh. i want to write. i also want to get Narnia fic of ( Read more... )

it's spring in Florida! Haha. Oh, winter, how you only last three weeks; but what a marvelous three weeks you were. Filled with pea coats and wool tights and scarves, and everyone thinking it was -23 degrees out when it was only 30 degrees at coldest. Oh, how much I miss thee.

I must confess. I have two stories in the wings. One is a Narnia fic that ( Read more... )

The Lady laptop wouldn't turn on. or turn off. just sat there, with the blue screen of death. it taunted me. it said, ha ha ha. something is wrong, deadly wrong...and there is nothing you can do. you will lose your pictures. you will lose those poem (the ones you think actually mean something)  and you can't do anything about it.
So my father played ( Read more... )

I want white roses,
people dressed in color.
I do not want you to cry,
it's not your fault I died.
I do not want these tears of pain*,
my love will always stay.
I do not want these tears,
I had my blessed years.

*I'm considering changing that line, but to what I do not know.
p.s. This so doesn't fall under 30 days & 30 poems, but that ( Read more... )

Compass

All of a sudden, it didn’t make sense

Up was left and down was nowhere

And we couldn’t remember how to breathe.

And mother was baking, and making, and faking

That the world was still spinning-though all reports

Coming in said it wasn’t- and the sun wouldn’t

Burn us all to a crisp, painful and screaming.

And we couldn’t find down.

Point of View

Through my grandmother’s eyes I saw the rise and fall of the German empire

The devastation of the bombs on Hiroshima and Wall Street

The adhesiveness of dust on every inch of every dream.

I saw the storm that raged behind the scenes for twenty years

Before it finally broke, tore, destroyed the wall.

Through her eyes, a fading ( Read more... )

When Ted Kennedy Arrives in Heaven

When he first arrives

He searches for a seat,

His feet exhausted.

(he never even thinks to look)

When the hand pressed on his shoulder;

When the hand squeezes on his shoulder;

He cries.

He doesn’t know who it is, but he hopes

“Jack?” he wants to ask

“Joe?” he wants to ask

“Bobby?” he wants to ask

“ ( Read more... )

This poem isn't done yet, but I reallly, like, really, love the first two lines. Any suggestions on where to go with it are awesome!

Four Scores

Four scores of history are etched in those blue eyes

You hold so dear, that you never let me paint them.

Four scores of laughter, watching woman dance in silk

on the calescent, golden sand dunes of ( Read more... )

Absence

My mother crawled into bed with me

Stroking my hair as she murmured in my ear,

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

Oh God, I’m sorry.

I wept that night, in bed with my pink and white sheets:

Polka dots and green striped pillows,

While my mother sobbed beside me

Clutching at my pale arm, bespectled with brown

Freckles my father had ( Read more... )