I don't feel like writing with Tanith today, she's still asleep and frankly I can't be bothered trying to wake up a fictional character.
So I think a poem may be in order, I'll apologise in advance for it.
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The Faerie Market.
Take your woeful Faerie-blues to market, quick,
If they're stagnant they won't sell at all.
Gather them up in your pockets,
and sit, cross-legged amongst the stalls.
Lay out your wicked Faerie-blues,
they'll need no tag or price.
For no folk will bargain for your blues,
they have their own Faerie-strife.
Wear your patience as a shield,
while your Faeries struggle and scream.
Wait for Nanna Grimm,
To pluck you from your Faerie-dream.
Blindfold your eyes; lest you see her so,
the breeze of memory brushes your face.
With thin fingers she silenced your Faeries,
then, left nothing, not a trace.
The market is gone, like Nanna Grimm,
simply no longer there.
And you are numb without the Faerie-woes,
you so willingly gave her to snare.
From your woeless shell comes and anguished cry,
and Lo, Nanna Grimm appear!
Your Faeries struggle in her grasp,
your Faeries are grey with fear.
But without fear by your side,
the world is icy calm.
You turn your eyes to Nanna Grimm,
you grasp her by the arm.
Nanna Grimm looks down on you,
but without your fear, you cannot quail.
Wordlessly, you open your palm,
with a nod, She returns your Faeries-Frail.
As Nanna Grim begins to fade,
you embrace your dear Faerie-blues.
Never again to be tricked as you have,
Nanna Grimm is now wary of you.
With your woes riding light on your shoulders,
you head from the empty square.
Your blues as they have ever been,
held in check by your Faeries-Fair.
© Leah Petts, 30th March ‘08
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that was quite an outpouring! (drivel more like)
I'm terribly sorry to anyone who gives a damn, but I'm morally obligated to wrap up this post.
You see, I've let my coffee go cold... (Nnnnnooooooooooooooo!)
Enjoy your day Houston,
this is Little Miss Scribble, signing off!
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Tanith's Escapades- A nice Tree like that.
An ageing brown leaf landed resolutley on Tanith's shoulder; Tanith turned her head to look at the grim thing.
"Now why would you want to leave a nice tree like that?" she asked it quietly, glancing at the lovley old Dutch Elm from whence the leaf had come.
Shannon glanced at it too. "Watcha talkin' to a leaf for Tan?" she asked, And Tanith heard the thread of annoyance creep back into her voice.
"Nothing," Tanith sighed, letting her head fall back against the trunk of the tree. She could feel the deep ridges in the bark through her hair.
For the millionth time Tanith wondered why she'd even started talking to Shannon again.
It turned out that Shannon had 'accidently' overheard Erin telling a curious Jaynie Morrison why Shannon hadn't been hanging out with Tanith anymore.
So Shannon, who actually accepted being in the wrong for once, had apologised to Tanith and they'd started hanging out again.
This time Shannon gave Tanith a little more space, but still, Tanith found her company wearing somedays.
Another brownish leaf, evidently deciding to take its chances, landed with a rustle on Tanith's dirty black school-shoes.
Tanith regarded it sadly for a moment- it looked as tired as she felt.
On impulse, Tanith turned to the leaf on her shoulder, "Look!" she demaned of the still leaf angrily, "See what you started!"
Shannon made a choking sound, and Tanith turned quickly to find her old friend doubled over in silent, gasping laughter.
In a moment, a pair of hard brown eyes met a pair of laughing blue. The brown eyes seemed to soften, as Tanith began to tingle with a suppressed giggle.
Finally, with a helpless cry, Tanith joined in.
Their maniacal peals of laughter echoed in an impossible harmony through the trees,
She didn't wonder why anymore.
©Leah Petts, 20th March '08
"Now why would you want to leave a nice tree like that?" she asked it quietly, glancing at the lovley old Dutch Elm from whence the leaf had come.
Shannon glanced at it too. "Watcha talkin' to a leaf for Tan?" she asked, And Tanith heard the thread of annoyance creep back into her voice.
"Nothing," Tanith sighed, letting her head fall back against the trunk of the tree. She could feel the deep ridges in the bark through her hair.
For the millionth time Tanith wondered why she'd even started talking to Shannon again.
It turned out that Shannon had 'accidently' overheard Erin telling a curious Jaynie Morrison why Shannon hadn't been hanging out with Tanith anymore.
So Shannon, who actually accepted being in the wrong for once, had apologised to Tanith and they'd started hanging out again.
This time Shannon gave Tanith a little more space, but still, Tanith found her company wearing somedays.
Another brownish leaf, evidently deciding to take its chances, landed with a rustle on Tanith's dirty black school-shoes.
Tanith regarded it sadly for a moment- it looked as tired as she felt.
On impulse, Tanith turned to the leaf on her shoulder, "Look!" she demaned of the still leaf angrily, "See what you started!"
Shannon made a choking sound, and Tanith turned quickly to find her old friend doubled over in silent, gasping laughter.
In a moment, a pair of hard brown eyes met a pair of laughing blue. The brown eyes seemed to soften, as Tanith began to tingle with a suppressed giggle.
Finally, with a helpless cry, Tanith joined in.
Their maniacal peals of laughter echoed in an impossible harmony through the trees,
She didn't wonder why anymore.
©Leah Petts, 20th March '08
Saturday, March 8, 2008
Tanith's Escapades- Vegitarian food, eh, Erin?
Tanith ate her lunch with Erin today.
It was good, Tanith decided as she bit into her sandwich, (ham & tomato if you were wondering)
when you had other friends to support you when you're fighting with your best friend.
Though since their little screaming match last week (and that saturday detention afterwards when they had been forced to srub graffitied tables together) Tanith & Shannon hardly counted each other as friends anymore.
From Tanith's point of veiw it wasn't hard to see why they'd had such a falling out in the first place. Shannon was the sort of person that constantly needed a gaggle of friends with her to ensure her existance.
Tanith didn't, and though she liked having friends, was perfectly happy to keep her own company once in a while.
And Shannon, who just hadn't understood that Tanith needed her own time once in a while; proceeded to spend every spare moment she had with Tanith, oblivious to Tanith's subtle hints that perhaps Shannon could give her the time on her own that she needed just as much as Shannon needed constant social interaction.
Eventually, Tanith gave up being subtle.
Shannon had not taken it well at all, perceiving Tanith's plea for a little 'down time' as apparent rejection.
And, not understanding what she could have possibly done wrong, came to the conclusion that Tanith was, to use Shannon's phrasing (thought Tanith dryly) a 'heartless bitch'.
She handed the other half of her sandwich to Erin, who had continued to chatter away happily without notice of Tanith's daydream.
Tanith liked Erin, mostly because the were so similar; they both liked friends but didn't need them. Though Erin was somewhat more absent-minded than Tanith.
Tuning into Erin's mostly one-sided conversation at last, She found a question floating around her head and snatched it from the air:
"hey Erin," Tanith asked "aren't you a vegetarian?" looking pointedly at Erin's cheeks, bulging with the last of the sandwich.
Erin grinned thickly at her through a mouthful of ham and tomato,
"only if you talk to my mother."
© Leah Petts, 9th March ‘08
It was good, Tanith decided as she bit into her sandwich, (ham & tomato if you were wondering)
when you had other friends to support you when you're fighting with your best friend.
Though since their little screaming match last week (and that saturday detention afterwards when they had been forced to srub graffitied tables together) Tanith & Shannon hardly counted each other as friends anymore.
From Tanith's point of veiw it wasn't hard to see why they'd had such a falling out in the first place. Shannon was the sort of person that constantly needed a gaggle of friends with her to ensure her existance.
Tanith didn't, and though she liked having friends, was perfectly happy to keep her own company once in a while.
And Shannon, who just hadn't understood that Tanith needed her own time once in a while; proceeded to spend every spare moment she had with Tanith, oblivious to Tanith's subtle hints that perhaps Shannon could give her the time on her own that she needed just as much as Shannon needed constant social interaction.
Eventually, Tanith gave up being subtle.
Shannon had not taken it well at all, perceiving Tanith's plea for a little 'down time' as apparent rejection.
And, not understanding what she could have possibly done wrong, came to the conclusion that Tanith was, to use Shannon's phrasing (thought Tanith dryly) a 'heartless bitch'.
She handed the other half of her sandwich to Erin, who had continued to chatter away happily without notice of Tanith's daydream.
Tanith liked Erin, mostly because the were so similar; they both liked friends but didn't need them. Though Erin was somewhat more absent-minded than Tanith.
Tuning into Erin's mostly one-sided conversation at last, She found a question floating around her head and snatched it from the air:
"hey Erin," Tanith asked "aren't you a vegetarian?" looking pointedly at Erin's cheeks, bulging with the last of the sandwich.
Erin grinned thickly at her through a mouthful of ham and tomato,
"only if you talk to my mother."
© Leah Petts, 9th March ‘08
Monday, March 3, 2008
Tanith's Escapades-Screaming matches
If Shannon had wanted to piss Tanith off, then she'd more than got her wish.
That was the very last thing Tanith had wanted to do today of all days.
But then, you can only avoid somebody for so long in a high school as small as hers; and it looked like time was on Shannon's side, from Tanith's point of veiw.
But i'm getting ahead of myself, back to Tanith.
"I have to stop biting my nails" Tanith muttered to herself, anguished at the sight of her jagged digits. not that messy fingernails were to blame for her problems.
Starting high school had not been a big issue until she'd started fighting with Shannon.
at first she'd been glad of the company, but sometimes people are just too different, right?
Besides, after any good screaming match you both deserved a good sulk.
And that was just what she intended to do. sulk.
stowing her bag in her locker, Tanith sunk down on the steps at the back of the LOTE building.
a scuffed MP3 was produced from a pocket and she flicked through to a particualrly angry track she'd made herself in that program, what was it? Tanith frowned, Oh yeah! Garage Band, a Macintosh program.
Why did she have to have such a bad memory? though something in the back of her mind told her that this morning's little incident would not be so easily forgotten.
Roughly dismissing the 'something' back to it's dusty corner, Tanith put her back against the cold blue wall behind her; cranking up the music as loud as she dared.
with a defiant jab of the "repeat" button, Tanith closed her eyes, wishing that the world could be shut out this easily all the time.
© Leah Petts. 4th March ‘08
That was the very last thing Tanith had wanted to do today of all days.
But then, you can only avoid somebody for so long in a high school as small as hers; and it looked like time was on Shannon's side, from Tanith's point of veiw.
But i'm getting ahead of myself, back to Tanith.
"I have to stop biting my nails" Tanith muttered to herself, anguished at the sight of her jagged digits. not that messy fingernails were to blame for her problems.
Starting high school had not been a big issue until she'd started fighting with Shannon.
at first she'd been glad of the company, but sometimes people are just too different, right?
Besides, after any good screaming match you both deserved a good sulk.
And that was just what she intended to do. sulk.
stowing her bag in her locker, Tanith sunk down on the steps at the back of the LOTE building.
a scuffed MP3 was produced from a pocket and she flicked through to a particualrly angry track she'd made herself in that program, what was it? Tanith frowned, Oh yeah! Garage Band, a Macintosh program.
Why did she have to have such a bad memory? though something in the back of her mind told her that this morning's little incident would not be so easily forgotten.
Roughly dismissing the 'something' back to it's dusty corner, Tanith put her back against the cold blue wall behind her; cranking up the music as loud as she dared.
with a defiant jab of the "repeat" button, Tanith closed her eyes, wishing that the world could be shut out this easily all the time.
© Leah Petts. 4th March ‘08
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