This is just a little poem I wrote last year about that opening scene of
FF9 where Vivi sees the theatre ship. I think it is better than my Freya
poem, which I also wrote last year, but that might just be because I'm a
rabid Vivi fangirl. Review and tell me what you think. Thanks!
I frightfully tottled through the wrought iron gates of Alexandria
Not quite knowing what to expect.
The castle that towered on the horizon, with its huge citadels and milky
white stone
Did nothing to comfort me.
It made me feel small and insignificant
And mocked my fear.
The tall, lumbering shadows it cast in the waning sun
Fell upon the surrounding city
Drinking the light away like a demon drinks blood from its victim
And left me cold and alone.
All around me the small castle city was bustling.
Children screaming and shouting in their jovial tones,
Playing simplistic games,
Getting lost in their own worlds of fanciful imagination.
And there I stood,
A mere speck in this teeming mass of people.
A sea of suits and dresses and feather plumed hats flowed by me.
Waves of dyed cotton and lace lapped at my shoulders
Before finally crashing into me
Grinding my tiny knees into the hard street.
Brushing myself off, I sluggishly stood up and wiped the burning tears
welling in my eyes away.
I looked down at the tattered paper ticket I held in my hand.
Its frayed edges and spidery creases making it look like a map,
Yet, the theatre I had come to find was nowhere in sight.
I couldn't even seem to find myself in this strange place.
Suddenly from above came a low rumble,
A bulky shadow,
A gust of wind nearly tossing my weak frame to the ground.
I craned my neck back, casually brushing the torn brim of my hat to the
side,
And gazed up at the magnificent shape that now loomed just above the
cobblestone streets.
An airship.
And the most beautiful one I had ever laid my amber eyes upon.
Its slender wooden hull was crafted from an oak wood that gleamed in the
setting sun
Giving birth to a brilliant display of flaming reds and oranges.
Positioned at each corner of the deck like battlements were four tall
propellers.
Each one creating a tiny squall
That danced across the world below
Sending hats and papers on their own airborne quests.
Cautiously, I gripped the edges of my old battered hat
And continued to marvel at the spectacle that hovered above me.
The cabin could barely be seen from my angle,
But I caught a glimpse of transparent, angular glass
That reflected a dim image of the sun-drenched clouds the ship was leaving
behind.
Seated on its bow,
As if to bring the whole ship together like the bow of ribbon on a parcel,
Was the image of a heavenly maiden carved from a lustrous gray stone.
Her sightless eyes seemed to stare out into infinity,
Or perhaps a hidden world no one could see.
Her wings encircled the slanting edges of the ship,
Embracing them like her own child.
Pure white gulls fluttered from their roosts as the ship slowed and began
its descent
Coaxing a symphony of cheers from the crowd.
They praised it as if it had been the show itself.
And one far more brilliant than any play could ever be.
And for some reason,
Standing there staring at the awe-inspiring ship
Lost in thought,
I didn't feel quite so lost anymore.
FF9 where Vivi sees the theatre ship. I think it is better than my Freya
poem, which I also wrote last year, but that might just be because I'm a
rabid Vivi fangirl. Review and tell me what you think. Thanks!
I frightfully tottled through the wrought iron gates of Alexandria
Not quite knowing what to expect.
The castle that towered on the horizon, with its huge citadels and milky
white stone
Did nothing to comfort me.
It made me feel small and insignificant
And mocked my fear.
The tall, lumbering shadows it cast in the waning sun
Fell upon the surrounding city
Drinking the light away like a demon drinks blood from its victim
And left me cold and alone.
All around me the small castle city was bustling.
Children screaming and shouting in their jovial tones,
Playing simplistic games,
Getting lost in their own worlds of fanciful imagination.
And there I stood,
A mere speck in this teeming mass of people.
A sea of suits and dresses and feather plumed hats flowed by me.
Waves of dyed cotton and lace lapped at my shoulders
Before finally crashing into me
Grinding my tiny knees into the hard street.
Brushing myself off, I sluggishly stood up and wiped the burning tears
welling in my eyes away.
I looked down at the tattered paper ticket I held in my hand.
Its frayed edges and spidery creases making it look like a map,
Yet, the theatre I had come to find was nowhere in sight.
I couldn't even seem to find myself in this strange place.
Suddenly from above came a low rumble,
A bulky shadow,
A gust of wind nearly tossing my weak frame to the ground.
I craned my neck back, casually brushing the torn brim of my hat to the
side,
And gazed up at the magnificent shape that now loomed just above the
cobblestone streets.
An airship.
And the most beautiful one I had ever laid my amber eyes upon.
Its slender wooden hull was crafted from an oak wood that gleamed in the
setting sun
Giving birth to a brilliant display of flaming reds and oranges.
Positioned at each corner of the deck like battlements were four tall
propellers.
Each one creating a tiny squall
That danced across the world below
Sending hats and papers on their own airborne quests.
Cautiously, I gripped the edges of my old battered hat
And continued to marvel at the spectacle that hovered above me.
The cabin could barely be seen from my angle,
But I caught a glimpse of transparent, angular glass
That reflected a dim image of the sun-drenched clouds the ship was leaving
behind.
Seated on its bow,
As if to bring the whole ship together like the bow of ribbon on a parcel,
Was the image of a heavenly maiden carved from a lustrous gray stone.
Her sightless eyes seemed to stare out into infinity,
Or perhaps a hidden world no one could see.
Her wings encircled the slanting edges of the ship,
Embracing them like her own child.
Pure white gulls fluttered from their roosts as the ship slowed and began
its descent
Coaxing a symphony of cheers from the crowd.
They praised it as if it had been the show itself.
And one far more brilliant than any play could ever be.
And for some reason,
Standing there staring at the awe-inspiring ship
Lost in thought,
I didn't feel quite so lost anymore.