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summer_jackel) wrote2011-04-17 10:13 am
summer_jackel) wrote2011-04-17 10:13 am
NaPo: Work in progress!
It's a very, very silly work in progress. I don't know that it will ever be finished, but the idea is something that's been floating around in my head for long enough that I guess it probably isn't going to go away if I politely ignore it. Also, it's April and I woke up with a verse in my head; given that I'm not otherwise going to want to commit poetry today, it would be silly of me to turn it down.
Also, if I ever really finish this, it will be illustrated, as well as several more verses than this.
Crocodile Ball
On a clear, warm night in a polished hall
on the shore of Deep Lake is the crocodile ball.
By the light of the moon they slip lithe to the shore;
They swish through the grass and slide onto the floor.
With their sharp teeth so polished and gems on their scales
with rings on their claws and garlanded tails,
Caimains and gharials and gators and crocs
step lightly to waltz and the trot of the fox
Also, if I ever really finish this, it will be illustrated, as well as several more verses than this.
Crocodile Ball
On a clear, warm night in a polished hall
on the shore of Deep Lake is the crocodile ball.
By the light of the moon they slip lithe to the shore;
They swish through the grass and slide onto the floor.
With their sharp teeth so polished and gems on their scales
with rings on their claws and garlanded tails,
Caimains and gharials and gators and crocs
step lightly to waltz and the trot of the fox
You have no one to blame but yourself.
* Edited to add finished version: sketchy sketch here.
Re: You have no one to blame but yourself.
...guess this means I need to finish the poem now...