May 16, 2013

Skull Island Awakens

Oy, oy, oy! I am so tired; someone, please, get me some Yum. I haven't gotten any time to write this week, but I decided to spice things up with a little poetry. Here goes!


Skull Island Awakens

I

It was only an hour earlier 
that I arose, shuffling through the sand 
with my fingertips now ungloved, the wondrous feeling
of the warm grains cheering me. 
Just around the corner, Nell Benson was there -
sweeping bits of dust from the steps
on the docks, making way for earlier sailors. (reposted below for fluency)

I

It was only an hour earlier 
that I arose, shuffling through the sand 
with my fingertips now ungloved, the wondrous feeling
of the warm grains cheering me. 
Just around the corner, Nell Benson was there -
sweeping bits of dust from the steps
on the docks, making way for earlier sailors.
Throughout the morning, a gentle breeze blew bits
of plastic and whatnot away,
into the crag of my boots if they rose high enough. 
In disgust, Nell swiped at  the debris with her broom
crying out in frustration to break the morning's silence.
Soon enough, it was the bartender, too
Waking up and rubbing eyes were others, yet,
just arriving from Avery's Court.
It was with a sense of foreboding 
at the door creaking lazily open behind the bartender
that I fled, hat tipped over nose. 
Back through the secretly placed door
and into the secretly dismal abyss of dust. 

II

Through the door
and onto the dusty boards, I stumble into the shadows coughing.
Without a swashbuckler's grace I am
if in the shadows I hide are not my own. 
Above my head, the tavern sings its 
ballads dearly, banging away on some imported piano. 
My cousin Remmy used to play, but 
long since he shot a gun has he returned,
thus making the clattering all the more harmonious.
Although the skies outside are awakening as of yet
I might as well chance a snooze as
it's only the skittering of mice
and other creatures around me keeping me alert. 
The brush of the spiders on my jacket,
just barely scraping up on my arms, though just enough for me to care.
When the barkeep begins his verse, I wonder 
if I have at last overstayed my welcome. 
Perhaps it's time to join the folk
in the humid morning, to give a hand
to the island's rising. 

Over the past week, I've been trying that new style of poetry - what are your opinions? I might send this one into the fan-fiction section when I get the chance, and I'll let you all know about that. 

I'll post more on Saturday, hopefully...Keep Traveling!






4 comments:

  1. Staggering out into the cool morning air, Destiny takes a deep breath, clearing herself of the stale air of the tavern. She hears another voice singing, a light clear soprano, drawing nearer:
    "Jockey was a piper's son/ He learned to play when he was young/ But the only tune that he could play -- was Over the Hills and Far Away..." The singer comes into view, and stops, not continuing into the chorus. She grins at you. "Hi Destiny!" says Anne

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  2. Destiny cries out in joy, shocked to see her friend after little conversation in the first place. Gesturing for a few mugs of Yum, Destiny pulls Anne into a tight hug.
    "Great to see you," she laughs.
    -
    Anne, what a surprise!

    Des

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  3. Yes, Destiny, I finally found your blog... and then I had to learn how to post (sounds silly, but I'm not used to doing that sort of thing). So let's go find some breakfast, and compare adventuring notes. I hear you have been getting into plenty of trouble! (And yes, enjoying your stories on Pirate101. Have you seen mine?)

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  4. I heard that there's a new spot open in the town - Mandy's, a sort of breakfast/brunch-type of place. I estimate at least a week before it gets looted to the point of closing. Trouble? I guess so; my "bargaining" strategies are a little out of the ordinary.
    (Yes, I love your work!!)

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