Allya's Stuff

[Kaez]

Apr 25, 2011 15:32:29 GMT -5 ASGetty ((Zovo)) said:

Apr 25, 2011 15:25:02 GMT -5 Allya said:

Lol. Nah I appreciate stuff like that. No one can catch all their mistakes!

I'm just pleased you understood the reference.

I read that line and thought, "Zovo's only saying this because he wants someone to know who Kurt Loder is."

[Allya]

Lol. I'm 32 I have to know who Kurt Loder is.

[ASGetty ((Zovo))]

Apr 25, 2011 15:34:16 GMT -5 Kaez said:

Apr 25, 2011 15:32:29 GMT -5 ASGetty ((Zovo)) said:

I'm just pleased you understood the reference.

I read that line and thought, "Zovo's only saying this because he wants someone to know who Kurt Loder is."

I read that line and thought: "Kaez musta run out and wiki'd Kurt Loder."

[Allya]

I think I just felt like playing with spaces when I made this one. Not very awesome but fun nonetheless.

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I wonder what I missed in my passing.
What mysteries lie on the crooked path?
What shadows haunt me for the asking?

[Allya]

Dive In

I hold my mirror up to catch your reflection
Your backwards smile taunting
You say a mirror is like water
Laughing at what lurks below
Dipping your toe into the cool grass
You watch the wind ripple
And skip across the surface
Afraid to dive into unseen earth
I hold my nose and jump
Hoping I am wiser

[Allya]

I'm working on a series of poems that focuses on Harper's Ferry, WV. (I'm a little obsessed with that area right now..don't know why.) Anywho, this first poem is written from the perspective of Mrs. Harper. The basic story is that her husband took her from civilization to live in the wilds of WV and build up a town around a ferry and mill. As war broke out, fearing that someone would steal his fortune, he had his wife bury the gold. Both died before they could finish the town they started but Mrs. Harper's ghost is said to keep a watchful eye over the garden where the treasure was supposedly buried. Any thoughts / criticism is always appreciated as I think I may actually try to make a chapbook out of this stuff.

Harper’s Treasure

Plucked from tended gardens
You brought me ‘cross the waters
Planted in the wilds
You bought the right of squatters
Rooted in Lord’s grace
You built the mill and ferry
Your branches bore the burden
Of more than you could carry
Nature cried her tears
Drowning what you grew
So your vines scaled the hills
To a height befitting you
Seeds of war blew in
You rightly feared the plunder
So I tilled my riches
To hide your treasure under
The light of sons grew pale
Weakening your boughs
You planted all you could
Wilting at the plow
I picked your burden up
To reach as you aspired
But fell from Jacob’s Ladder
Before I could go higher
Now a ghostly flower
Watching over what you’ve sown
Sentry to your fortune
Marveling at what’s grown
Your cache may be lost
To the green of someone lesser
But none will steal the wealth
Known as Harper’s Treasure

[Allya]

I usually don't write sappy / lovey stuff but I was cleaning out a drawer and found a poem I wrote about 2 years ago. It's sometimes interesting to look upon your work from earlier and marvel at how you've changed / stayed the same. I found that it still sounds like me but feels sadder somehow.

If Ever

If ever I should call you friend
If I ever smile your way
If ever a shoulder I should lend
Or your whispering fears allay
If ever your light I carry
If ever I your darkness hold
If ever your soul should tarry
Wandering from the fold
If ever our fingers touch
Ever so briefly 'cross time
I'll never leave the clutch
Of the love we're sure to find

[Allya]

You drank the last of the tea
And now you’re looking at me
I know you’re waiting to see
If I’ll get up

But I’m on to your game
I can do the same
Laziness to blame
For empty cups

You can sit right there
And give me that cold stare
I’ll sit right here and swear
Not to give in

Aw hell, my throat is dry
And I see in your eyes
That you’re still feeling fine
FINE, you win!

Here's your damn tea.

[Allya]

Another one of the Harper's Ferry poems I'm piecing together. This one is about another well known ghost story. It's pretty self explanatory.

Flaming Jenny

On chill and misty mountain nights
When the damp sinks through your clothes
Remember poor Jenny’s plight
As she tried to warm her bones

A woman of little wealth or means
She huddled in a shack
Abandoned by the armory
In a wasteland by the tracks

Seeking refuge from the night
She built herself a fire
And as the wood began to light
Moved closer to the pyre

As the heat drove out the cold
Her dress was kissed by fire
Quickly spreading uncontrolled
The flames kept rising higher

In pain and fear she took flight
Bursting from the shack
A tortured sun in shrouded night
Running down the track

Her anguished screams filled the air
As she pleaded for her life
But went unheard by the Engineer
Coming down the line

As she came blazing through the black
A twisting pyre of pain
The rail man’s eyes followed the track
And beheld the ball of flame

Frantically he pulled the break
But couldn’t stop in time
Her charred remains crushed by the wake
Silencing her cries

Now it’s said on gloomy nights
When the veil hangs full and low
Rail men spy her blazing light
Haunted by her glow

A swirling orb of screaming fire
She races through night
Her wailing a tormented choir
An aria of fright

So when you hear the whistle blow
As trains roll through the town
When mist blankets damp and cold
And you hear the banshee sound

Search the night sky for a spark
A shrieking, howling ember
And watch her beacon shine the dark
Begging you, "Remember"

*edited because hubby thought it ended to abruptly

[Allya]

Doctor Brown

Doctor Brown came to town
An honored soldier’s healer
In his spare time he worked to find
A way to cheat the reaper
He worked with herbs to find the cure
Sure it could be found
And many wondered what he’d discovered
Before he went to ground
Sure of his skill he wrote his will
With a rather strange demand
He asked his men to bury him
With his head above the land
They built the box and stood watch
His head encased in glass
For nine days they watched his grave
Just as they’d been asked
When the tenth came and went
The men were forced to leave
The money gone the men moved on
Death stronger than belief
They left him there with gruesome stare
Watching years drift by
As nature’s wrath attacked the glass
Reaching for the prize
As time moved on the head was gone
Lost among the thick
Until the skull became a ball
In a children’s game of kick
Headless Brown sat underground
A soul incomplete
His wayward head traveling instead
Absent living feet
Now it is said poor Brown’s head
Was returned to the town
But in mistake the skull was laid
In the grave of John Brown
The poor doctor could not alter
What destiny had in store
But his mystery made history
Immortalized in our lore

[Allya]

Still

Still breathing in the black
Still whispering a name
Still waters can’t reflect
Absent light

Still moving forward, back
Still standing here the same
Still feel the disconnect
Absent sight

Still reaching to abstract
Still burn to quench the flame
Still pulling to the left
Absent right

Still hoarding what I lack
Still grounded in the blame
Still hoping to perfect
Absent flight

[ASGetty ((Zovo))]

In my head that's a metal song. . . And it's awesome.

[Allya]

Haha thanks. I wrote that one after taking a bunch of Benedryl before bedtime and after watching The Killing on AMC. I guess I was drugged / depressed.

[Allya]

So as you may or may not be able to see I am for some unknown reason (unknown to me anyways) rewriting Browning's "Childe Roland to the Dark Tower Came" as a freaking space odyssey. While I'm pretty much committed to doing this I'm not sure how closely I should tie to the original story..i.e. should I use all the same names as he does or should I make it less obvious than that? Thoughts?

[athelstan]

The dark tower could be the ruin of an extinct alien civilisation.