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A/N: This is the poem that was inspired by Marrysong by Dennis Scott (1939 – 1991).
To read the poem: [insert http and the usual stuff- fanfic won't allow me to] .com/question/index?qid=20100504033225AAGDFaD
Of course, I can do no justice to the original, but it still struck a chord in me when I read it. I thought it was perfect for material that I could look at to craft what I think Finnick was likely to read. I'm not sure if the ongoing fic Of Madness will feature this, but I just wanted to put it up anyway before writing the rest of the chapters. I hope you enjoy it, and please review!
Song
He thought he knew her, somewhat. Dew and dusk,
lull after tide, sought indications to assure himself
that he had learned enough to leave. Gathered strands,
peered through fogs, tried to measure mist.
Cornered perimeters, overturned stones,
expected to find her soft and crinkled when he teased
Her silence stung. He foamed; roared and raged alone,
rocked them both to sleep in his arms' desperate boat
tasted seas and begged her not to blame him
because he'd blamed himself for both of them.
He planned, made maps, calculated. She made all inaccurate.
Unanchored, adrift with ropes unknotted, flashing storms
When he least expected it. Waged wars; tried to predict,
Plotted the coordinates to find only a new conflict
but suddenly she would trace her way back
renewed, tempered, controlled and secure
and in the new maze he knew himself no better than her
when she was herself once more.
He waited for the day his strength would falter,
Waited and resolved to forgo each season's mysteries.
But he lost track of time when he was lost in her mind
And found he had lost himself when he left her behind.
