Lokifan

My heart has been hurting all day. Tomorrow is the London Women’s March, in solidarity with my American sisters (and everyone else). In the meantime here’s a sonnet for America, from England. Or possibly for all my American siblings in the struggle from me.

( Love From England )

Roz Kaveney, poet & author & activist, wrote a sequence called The Poet To Her Young Comrades a few years ago. I was rereading them today (here's the original post) and beg her indulgence in reposting this angry one, because I think you might find it helpful too.

( The Poet To Her Young Comrades 3 )

Enjoyable problems to have: between adding more threads, replying to threads, and trying to keep the list of threads remotely up to date, I am sort of drowning in love meme. YOU GUYS ROCK.

But! I am still attempting to catch up on the January talking meme, writcraft wanted me to talk about poetry and why it means so much.

Now, I think ultimately I’m a prose girl, but it’s true there are poems and lines of poetry that mean so fucking much to me, that can make me breathless. This reasoning I think is maybe very idiosyncratic? But to me, ( poetry means so much because )

Title: You Still Know Just What I Want For Christmas
Word count: 26
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: G
Summary: Two haiku about Harry and Draco’s shared Christmases.
Disclaimer: The boys belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.
Author’s Notes: This was written for the current challenge at poetic_hp, holiday haiku.

( You Still Know Just What I Want For Christmas )

I had a great weekend with Miss Godfrey, despite wearing my new shoes to walk around cobbles for thirteen hours and learning painfully that I have gone up a shoe size. I don’t even know how, I AM NINETEEN I HAVE STOPPED GROWING.

Also, Dreamwidth codes! If you want ’em, I’ve got ’em, although I imagine most people who want a Dreamwidth account have one by now. I really must start posting over there.

Item three in this extremely lacking-in-proper-paragraphs post: I’m signing up for hp_darkfest! I had a really fun, creepy idea while on MSN with lavillanueva, and I want to write it. (Plus, melusinahp is lovely. Plus plus, I want to butter her up because I’m writing original fic involving a fetish club and I have no idea what I’m doing.) So YAY FOR DARKFEST! It has loads of amazing writers signing up, and I’m super excited. Even if I now have to search through the MOUNTAINS of archived discussion between Lindsay and I, looking for the plans for the fic.

I have found something in the search! Naturally, not what I was looking for: I wrote a sonnet about kink, ages ago. I don’t think I posted it – if I did, I failed at using the ‘poetry’ tag – so here is a sonnet titled HURRAH FOR FETISHES.

It’s a terrible title, but I like using ‘hurrah’ because it shows up in old school stories and/or Enid Blyton.

( Hurrah for Fetishes! )

Title: You Harlot
Word count: 28
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating NC-17. It’s a limerick, that’s what it’s for.
Warnings: Spanking, making light of prostitution?
Disclaimer: The boys belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.
Author’s Notes: Written for poetic_hp’s current challenge, luck.

( You Harlot )

Title: I Grant I Never Saw A God(dess) Go
Word count: ~100
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating PG
Summary: A sonnet for the real Harry Potter.
Warnings: D/s suggestion
Disclaimer: The boys belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.
Author’s Notes: Written for poetic_hp’s current prompt, love. Naturally I wrote a sonnet for the prompt, even if the iambic pentameter fell at the final couplet. My thanks and apologies to William Shakespeare and his Sonnet CXXX

( I Grant I Never Saw A God(dess) Go )

enchanted_jae just made a comm for Potter poetry: poetic_hp. I made the inaugural post! :d No fake-cuts, in honour of it being first post, but I'm still posting here.

( Harry/Draco haiku )

I just put up two offers: to write fanfic or original fic of 5000 words, and to write four sonnets. I'm pretty nervous, and I feel a little ridiculous to be acting like people would pay money for one of my stories! But I also feel much better - this is such a good cause, and I was starting to feel so guilty that I wasn't one of the many, many fandomers who've offered to help! I'm lucky enough to be able to marry a woman if I choose to, and I want to share the luck around!

Seriously, guys. I'm assuming and hoping you've all seen this already, but go and look again! There's the most amazing stuff on offer.

Right, I'm going to go and have a nervous breakdown at the idea that I've just posted to say '£££ or I won't write for you'. Yes, I know it's for charity. That doesn't make me feel much less anxious.