Corker wrote...

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Prompt: Poetry.
The symphony I see in thee, it whispers songs to me... Could be poems, stories about poems or poets, images of poetry in motion... Adding to the body of Antivan boudoir poetry would be lovely, but I'm flexible. (Not that way. Would that I were.)
Y'all: No excuses. Haiku count for the prompt. Just sayin'.
Time Limit: A hour.
Deadline: 25th October 2010, (Monday morning, 9am EDT...)
maradeux wrote...
Can I respond in poetry? No? How sad... Yes, of course!
So, tell me about Antiva...
You wish to know? I'll take you there
The sound of Lillos fills the air
The sun burns on a dazzling sea
Just close your eyes and follow me
It's a warm place with gentle rain
You hear a whisper, most arcane
of blooming flowers, heady wine
of obscure secrets, lost in brine
The narrow streets of marble gleam
A childhood's nightmare, pleasant dream
A glittering gem amidst the sand
A darkhaired beauty in my hand
A ****house near the Royal Palace
Children are trained to become callous
packed in like crates in tiny flats
The stench of leather, blood and rats
This is Antiva, is my home
And now, since through the world I roam
I'm cold in genuine concern
and wistful, cause I can't return
Wonderful images, bright and dark. There's a bobble or two in the meter, but I noticed only because the rest of it was so dead-on. Really solid construction *and* a pretty face.
Hilde wrote...
25 minutes
Need.
Gentle lips dance across hard skin
Breath struggles to advance
Desire presents itself, bare and wanting
Enflamed in searing heat
Love smothers the sounds of passion
Rife with raw need
Hands advance, possessing
Finding hold, embracing
I am yours
Now there's a neat trick... I keep rereading this and finding more of my own assumptions (about active and passive roles and 'belonging') challenged. Also, I think "Desire presents itself, bare and wanting" is much sexier than Tassles McFee the desire demon.

Sarah1281 wrote...
The target’s name was Gianna. Zevran had been told her last name as well, of course, but he was – as always – far more interested in the first name. One never knew when a target was going to be the seducing kind, after all, and calling out a surname in the throes of passion – or worse, getting the name wrong – was really not the kind of reputation Zevran wanted to cultivate. Granted, his targets wouldn’t be living long enough to tell anyone anything about his performance good or bad but it was just good practice and a matter of personal and professional pride to maintain the same standards of quality at all time.
Continued here...
You really do have to wonder what some of Zevran's marks were thinking, don't you? "Hm, a member of the most deadly order of assassins in the world. I know... I'll distract him with small talk!" I liked that the story was about poetry
and contained a poem!
Halae Dral wrote...
The assassin's trade it is said
Is chiefly in poison and dread
To plant fear in the mind and blade in the spine
To this end they plan and design
Now I've heard that this is quite cruel
To play with one's prey makes one a fool
Well, I say it just isn't so
You must use the tools that you know
In Antiva the Crows run the game
In Orlais the bards do the same
I've learned a trick or two from both, you see
It works as well as can be
Maybe it isn't quite fair
I confess I don't give a care
Templars hunt mages and men put elves in a cage
I don't see anyone calling that an outrage
So if you want the job done discretely and well
If you've got the coin and a man you want to fell
Go for the best, don't waste your time
The law might not help you, they'll call it a crime
If it's justice you want and you want it with speed
If you're an elf or a mage and you're in need
Just let slip you've been wronged, we'll help you make right
Don't fear the price, you may get it quite light
The assassin's trade it is said
Is chiefly in poison and dread
Yet what better way to redress a slight
Then with a blade in the dead of night
Mmm, tasty dactyls! I *love* that first stanza with the touch of internal near-rhyme in the third line - puts me in mind of Kipling.
And I FAIL hard because I missed EccentricSage's entry the first time through...
EccentricSage wrote...
Upon bent knee
A lovely dove
Descends to seek
Death guised as love
Upon her breast
Kisses belayed
The faithful path
Of the Crow’s blade
It might be short but it's well done! A bit ambiguous, perhaps (is the dove the mark? That plays well with the crow in the next stanza...) but it's poetry so that's part of the game.

I'm wondering if the dove knows that she's seeking death or if she buys the disguise... it works either way.
(Also puts me in mind of the Sailor's Prayer, if the dove is the crow: Oh Lord above / send down a dove / with beak as sharp as razors/ To cut the throats / of them there blokes / what sells bad beer to sailors.)
Tigress M wrote...
This is NOT a prompt, but simply a bit of humor to toss out since it's what came to mind the minute I read the theme...
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Alone in my bed,
I'm horny for you.
Short and to the (hornéd) point! It made me smile.

And the winner is...
reconsidered upon finding another entry in the stack...
but I think that it remains...
maradeux!Good use of lore details, painted a vivid picture, wicked tonal change, solid construction and technique. Makes me wish I could read German so I could read her stuff in her *native* language!
PM me with details for your prize poem, if you like.

Thanks to all who participated and commented on the entries!
Modifié par Corker, 25 octobre 2010 - 01:37 .