Fairy Tales #2

This one was part of a massive poetry writing night. I believe I wrote four or five in one evening, though I did go back and edit liberally later. This picture's colors didn't translate well, the spray is supposed to be blue, not yellow, and the background should be grey, oh well.

Little Mermaid

I have no voice to speak my love;

the price I paid to stand by your side.

I must die unless love is returned,

but you have chosen another bride.

There is but one hope left for me

if I am to return to my home in the sea.

I must stab your sleeping heart

with the Sea Witch's cruel knife

and you blood drip on my human legs,

to return to my mermaid life.

But I love you

so I can't.

Formless now, I return to the sea,

my loving spirit in the churning foam.

So feel the spray as a kiss from me,

the mermaid who couldn't go home.

April 2002

Fairy Tales

I have a lifelong fascination with folk and fairytales. I've written several poems that either retell a fairytale or just capture a moment of the tale. All of these poems are written from a female character's point of view and most of them are of Hans Christian Anderson's tales. I'm proud of some of them and not so much of others, but I will include all of them in the series. Since I haven't updated my blog in so long I'll include two today. I'm also including two sketches that go along with the poems.

#1 is about Thumbalina, I wrote this just after graduating from Rick's college and I don't remember anything else about it.

Thumbalina's Flight

Fly, Swallow fly!

away to air,

away to light,

away from moles,

away from night.

Swallow fly!

in wind and song

swift, swift,

swift and high.

Fly!

to lands of life.

Breathe the sun,

taste the air.

Fly me!

Fly me there!

June 1999

Wireless Woes

I'm having unbelievable stress in trying to get my computer to work with the wireless at my apartment. After a couple updates and a few hundred dollars, I still don't have internet. So I'm continuing to blog from my parents computer when I visit on Sunday afternoons. I may eventually either get my computer to work with the wireless or just give it up and buy a new laptop, but that step is a long ways away.

Picture of the Week #8

This is my kitchen at Rick's College. I spent about an hour arranging it for this drawing after my roommates went to bed so it wouldn't be disturbed. I stayed up for hours drawing it, but that was common for me back in the day. (staying up all night that is) Ah, to be young and stupid again. We actually did have Kermit the Frog sitting on our cupboard.

Poem of the Week #8

This poem is actually true for me.

I Never Dream of You

I never dream of you.
My night visions never include
those who occupy
my every waking thought.
If I dream of anyone
I actually know
then they are those
I haven't seen or thought of
for years;
or those who maintain only
peripheral positions in my life.
So you see,
I never dream of you.

February 2007

Picture of the Week #7

This is a portrait of one of my former roommates, Natalie. I convinced her to sit for me so I could do my figure drawing homework. Modeling is actually very hard work. I can't do it because I am physically incapable of sitting still. I blame the ADHD. Natalie actually had ADHD as well, but she could sit long enough for me to draw her head.

Poem of the Week #7

I am far too familiar with this subject.

Insomniac's lament

First to bed,
last to sleep;
much as I love solitude,
I would prefer
to be wide awake
with the sun
and companions.

May 2000