NaNoWriMo 2008 Excerpt by SpecialAgentLira, literature
Literature
NaNoWriMo 2008 Excerpt
Peering inside, Danion saw the Gardener sitting cross-legged on a bench. She held her empty wooden bowl in her hands and was gazing into it, tilting the bowl this way and that. As he watched, Danion realized that a tiny tongue of fire flickered in the bowl. It danced up to the rim each time the Gardener tilted the bowl. The flame did not scorch the wood at all. Danion was fascinated.
After a few minutes, the Gardener looked up at him. "Would you like a closer look, little one?" she asked.
Danion jumped a little. But he went into the shadowed space and stood before her. They both looked down into the bowl. Now there were two flames, flashing
Pale light, earth-ended,
feather-dapples descending lines,
shudders in small streams,
trembles under tree-shadows.
Listen to the rain.
It reddens inside bellies,
blackens under the scatter-strewn stars,
it silvers with wind,
turns black with reflected sky.
It gathers in old wolf-tracks,
white as dawn.
Lines of rain spatter green over hilltops,
melt blue sky into bear shadow,
shape snow into pollen
into orange sand
into red clay.
Red-handed, conspiring in whispers,
shaping light into night,
wind and cloud scatter-sow pale seeds
in the black sky
pale seeds to flower once,
just once
as pale earth-ended light,
r
Give me a fearless sun
rising rising rising
up
ascending like the gleaming
glass eye
a marionette's steadfast stare
flashing the spotlamp's glare
back into the blank faces
gathered 'round to watch
the show.
Then give me clouds
rushing rushing rushing
in
a coalescing pool of inks
all colors
a bleeding rainbow
streaking down the canvas
being painted on the sly
by the exile with a message
to share.
And then I'll serve up the thunder
rumbling rumbling rumbling
on
raging like artillery
big guns
slaughtering the enemy
those dark-eyed shadow lurkers
who secretly desire only
that their children survive
this war.
NaNoWriMo 2008 Excerpt by SpecialAgentLira, literature
Literature
NaNoWriMo 2008 Excerpt
Peering inside, Danion saw the Gardener sitting cross-legged on a bench. She held her empty wooden bowl in her hands and was gazing into it, tilting the bowl this way and that. As he watched, Danion realized that a tiny tongue of fire flickered in the bowl. It danced up to the rim each time the Gardener tilted the bowl. The flame did not scorch the wood at all. Danion was fascinated.
After a few minutes, the Gardener looked up at him. "Would you like a closer look, little one?" she asked.
Danion jumped a little. But he went into the shadowed space and stood before her. They both looked down into the bowl. Now there were two flames, flashing
Pale light, earth-ended,
feather-dapples descending lines,
shudders in small streams,
trembles under tree-shadows.
Listen to the rain.
It reddens inside bellies,
blackens under the scatter-strewn stars,
it silvers with wind,
turns black with reflected sky.
It gathers in old wolf-tracks,
white as dawn.
Lines of rain spatter green over hilltops,
melt blue sky into bear shadow,
shape snow into pollen
into orange sand
into red clay.
Red-handed, conspiring in whispers,
shaping light into night,
wind and cloud scatter-sow pale seeds
in the black sky
pale seeds to flower once,
just once
as pale earth-ended light,
r
Give me a fearless sun
rising rising rising
up
ascending like the gleaming
glass eye
a marionette's steadfast stare
flashing the spotlamp's glare
back into the blank faces
gathered 'round to watch
the show.
Then give me clouds
rushing rushing rushing
in
a coalescing pool of inks
all colors
a bleeding rainbow
streaking down the canvas
being painted on the sly
by the exile with a message
to share.
And then I'll serve up the thunder
rumbling rumbling rumbling
on
raging like artillery
big guns
slaughtering the enemy
those dark-eyed shadow lurkers
who secretly desire only
that their children survive
this war.
Uh huh.
It's that month. So far I've written every day. I be very proud on me.
So I shall be busy doing mad writerly things until I get through my 50,000 words. At over 5,500 now and counting.
Nov. 8 Update: 10,600 words and counting. Wow. It's...um...actually working this time around. Really, wow.
October is my favorite month. It smells good. It tastes good. It is utterly gorgeous. And there are so many pomegranates to eat!
Finally settled into the new cabin. Life in the woods makes October even more amazing. Trees in fall: nature's fireworks.
Got tired of plunking about with digital stuff. So I'm uploading projects from my sketchbooks for a while. My art case is still in an unpacked box. Somewhere. Alas. So I've been limited to ink and watercolor pencils. But I've also taken up cross stitch lately, so even if my other supplies are boxed up, I have pretty floss to experiment with.
Time to expand my little DA gallery!