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Chapter 0 - chasing lights 04-01

Time for the annual poetry challenge. :) Let's see if I last the whole month.

Chapter 0 - chasing lights 04-01

Chapter 0 - chasing lights 04-01
I’m done with chasing will o’ the wisps,

I tell myself –

No more sparks that die too soon.

I’ll stick to drinking the warmth of day,

Or schedule my waning like the moon—

But the fairies laugh if I try to withhold

From following,

From sweet, pale roaming.

They have all the power

Of a golden hour,

Or shadow fingers,

Or storm-purple gloaming.

And my muse’s half-siren,

Half kitten-at-play,

And she’ll toy with my heart until I stay.


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Jadis on April 8, 2016, 10:39:00 AM

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Jadisch 1 --nice. it's good to be able to hear the crowd music as music. you expressed the feeling of it well. 

Firiel on April 8, 2016, 6:36:32 PM

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FirielIt feels nice, listening to it that way. :) If I'm hearing it as the individual voices and conversations it can get overwhelming sometimes. <.<

Jadis on April 13, 2016, 11:24:02 AM

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Jadisyeah I can relate to that very much so.

Jadis on April 8, 2016, 10:48:21 AM

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Jadisfire. fire is good. I want to re read this one when I have more time to enjoy the heat and light and magic. I might comment more meaningfully then,

Firiel on April 8, 2016, 6:47:08 PM

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FirielI'm glad you enjoyed it. :)

Jadis on April 8, 2016, 10:51:23 AM

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Jadistired morning. I think the way you wrote it expresses the feeling, but since it's not a nice feeling I don't enjoy it. well written but Ironicly THEREFOR not a poem I like much.

Firiel on April 8, 2016, 6:46:19 PM

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FirielFair enough. :)

Jadis on April 8, 2016, 10:45:40 AM

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Jadistouching times...I like this very much. it reminds me of the poems I wrote in my first few years online discovering international internet friendships. I have a great fondness for that time in my life, so this poem is very appealing to me because of it's nostalgic value to me. 
I don't know Lady of Shallot. Is the dark mirror you show us here the 'thought a glass darkly" of Paul in the bible or some other dark mirror? it doesn't matter, I have a fondness also for dark mirrors, and mirrors in general. 

Firiel on April 8, 2016, 6:46:00 PM

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FirielGMTA, eh? ;) I imagine a lot of folks feel similar about the wonders of the 'net when they discover the joys on long-distance friendships.

The dark mirror is both a reference to Paul, and a continuation of the Lady of Shallot metaphor. The Lady of Shallot was a character from the King Arthur legends, made famous in a Victorian poem, who sat in a tower and wove pictures in tapestries based on the glimpses of the world she saw in her mirror. She had been told in a prophecy that is she ever looked out her window to see the real thing, she would die. And so it's kind of - there's a lot of beauty to be found in the glimpses in the mirror, but when do I get to turn around and see the real thing? When do I get to move from reflections of reflections, to seeing the people and places I'm growing to love long-distance in reality? And with some people I'm not really sure if I'll get out of mirror-mode while I'm on this earth, or if I've got to wait for heaven to see the real them - "face to face and knowing fully as I am fully known", to take Paul a little out of context. ;)

Jadis on April 1, 2016, 8:59:18 PM

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JadisNice. I love will o' the wisps