Title: Watcher and Evanescence
Author: Pheo
Rating: K
Spoilers: Yes—through Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
A/N: These are two poems that I wrote for two different challenges. The first, "Watcher," was written for the 30 Days of Canon challenge at LJ—you can find the photo that inspired it there. I never submitted it, though, because I'm crap with tags and things like that! The second, "Evanescence," has nothing to do with the band; it was written for a challenge at AllPoetry (where I have much more writing than at FF). The challenge had multiple options, but I chose two—to use a band name for the title (the bands were listed to choose from) and to incorporate six words from a word bank of twelve (I used all twelve). I know more people write poetry than read it, but if you do read, enjoy!
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I. Watcher
Greenery
mocks her lifeless, limp brown hair.
She tries to twirl--as she
would have done last
Spring--but her steps are dull and forced. I
stare,
Helpless, as her self's dim shadow is cast
Upon these
sacred grounds. My gut begins
To scream at me--"Go to her,
you mad beast!"
But my logic lies within that same
sin:
Beast, indeed, is what I am, in the least.
This is my sole
gift to her--that keeper
of my heart, that iridescent bringer
Of
joy--I would that she were mine! Oh, her
Mere footsteps past
quicken my heart! The lure
Her soul presents beckons me--please,
just stay--
But my love for her makes me turn away.
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II. Evanescence
He fell victim to her risqué pink locks—
And the emerald eyes that peeked beneath.
He was so unlike all the others—jocks,
Leeches, worse. His eloquence—a heath
She longed to explore—and his silence, sweet
Contemplation with all she said, stirred her—
A cliché though true; like puppets, complete
With unforgiving strings, they crashed, a blur
Of sunset cabaret, infinite, raw;
She pulled him from Tennessee Williams, he
Drug her from the clubs; enmeshed in sheer awe,
They loved, while ignorance blocked all who'd see
Their clandestine closeness—but his own fear
Drained them (old, poor dangerous…) but austere.