tardis_stowaway: TARDIS under a starry sky and dark tree (merlin ot4)
Goddammit Merlin, all I want to do is love you.  Why do you insist on making that difficult and painful?
Spoilers for Merlin 4x09 and 4x10 )

On topics other than Merlin, back in the land where women exist and even get their own stories, here is a wonderful vid linked by [livejournal.com profile] ladymercury_10.  It's a medley of fairytales and Marina & the Diamonds music, and it's well worth your time.

tardis_stowaway: TARDIS under a starry sky and dark tree (happy traveling 11 & amy)
I’ve been rather absent from LJ for the past few days.  My internet at home has been nonfunctional (AT&T would probably have better customer service if it were run by actual monkeys with keyboards), plus I was out of town this weekend.  I've been getting my fix through a mix of coffee shops and parking outside the library after hours to get wireless from my car.  Grrr.  Anyway, apologies if I’m negligent in replying to anything!

 

 

Despite all of that, I’ve managed to see the Weeping Angel two-parter.   

Spoilers! Also contains thinky-thoughts and a wee bit of capslock. )
tardis_stowaway: TARDIS under a starry sky and dark tree (bad wolf red)
April is National Poetry Month.  [livejournal.com profile] isiscaughey  has been posting poems occasionally in celebration of this month, and I have decided to shamelessly rip off this idea.  The result is more poetry being enjoyed.  Yay poetry!

Here's one I discovered over at Endicott Studios, a great resource for fairytale-related art and literature where I hung out while writing "Path of Needles."  It's based on a tale called "East of the Sun, West of the Moon."


"The Iron Shoes" by Johnny Clewell

Seven long years I looked for you.
I wore seven pairs of iron shoes.
I ate seven loaves of iron bread.
I climbed seven iron mountains
until I reached this shore.

Here, it is always summer.
Here, the grass is soft underfoot, plums
and peaches fall sweet and ripe
right into our outstretched hands.
We lie at night on sheets edged with lace.

Why is it I cannot sleep?
I lie on the royal pillows,
the wind of your breath rises and falls,
a sliver of moon travels over the hills,
and I wait for sleep to come.

When I dream, I am on that road once more.
I follow a trail of purpose and will,
my legs are strong, and you
my dear are the moon
on the distant horizon.

I know iron. I know its weight. Its taste.
The rise and fall
of black, black hills.
Seven long years I looked for you.
Now I'm lost in this gentle green land.

~   ~   ~   ~   ~


Lovely, eh?  I particularly like the use of repetition and the imagery at the end of the second-to-last stanza.  The original text of the poem (with author biography and a link to an essay about the fairytale this is based on) is here.

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