Title: 11 cinquain poems
Season: 2 and 5-7, but mostly 6
Rating: G, I think
Spike/Other warning: temporary Spike/Drusilla.
A/N: This post brought to you by the BtVS cinquains of dawnofme, though I tried (vaguely) for a different variation of the form.
OffYourBird kindly helped me make a couple of these less cryptic. <3
Shoutout also to the_wiggins, whose useful comment on a different work made me stop and look at one of these and think, ‘Hey, this could be less convoluted’. You can thank thewiggins for not having to sprain your brain as you read, I hope.
I always appreciate feedback, including about things that don’t work so well.
“You do remember that you’re a vampire, right?”
for snacks, soccer,
and Dru (to be hers), would
come courting an incredulous
“Sooner or later it’s gonna catch you.”
and death don’t last,
but, the further you run,
the closer, Slayer, you’ll come to
“What the hell is that, and why is his hair that color?”
and fire that only
men should feel, sacrifice mocking
“Let me take my love and bury it”
of graveyards, where
you idly read the names,
is not for laughs. Get out, leave me
out your hand, marked
like hers, to comfort, guide?…
She can’t take it, hers still sore, cool
“Wake up already. Never gonna happen!”
to see me, now
you’ve kissed me and we’ve gone
all night, and I’m in your kitchen…
“You know, there may be an upside to no-see-me.”
I’ll do the one
thing I’m good at these days.
Cancel the Failure Olympics.
“Please don’t forgive me…”
with you? Don’t love
me this way, hiding my
body trail, setting me loose on
“It’s nice to watch you be happy.”
to wound your heart
for throwing mine away.
Couldn’t get a clear shot — mine’s still
“So you just bring it on. Bring on the whole-“
me hollow. Feeling how
wrong I was, this was the plan, so —
“Will you just hold me?”
stripped to bones. No
cars, friends, contortion acts
obscure the sight of you, holding
Originally posted at: https://seasonal-spuffy.livejournal.com/616126.html