Found pinned to the green velvet curtains used for the stage at noon the next day:
Question everything.
What are you looking for?
Tell me. Conquest?
Maybe you seek change.
Two fires burned the forest
Between to meet.
One turns to the pine,
Ariel trapped, soon free,
Soars on the smoke.
The other remains,
Longing for flame, seeking
Heat, burning oak.
Water tempers fire.
Through the ashes, can you
See the river?
With a sigh, a rich voice whispers, "Maybe this not gonna be as easy as Gambit thought."
Appearing on the bulletin board this morning:
Notice!
Creativity
Is appreciated.
It's what we teach.
However, this board
Is for school business
Only. Always.
We hope you can see
And respect our judgement.
Thank you. Good day.
--Charles Xavier, Ph.D.
A note, pinned in place of the previous one on the curtains.
Got it, chere. Any
Other thoughts you want tell
Old Gambit, oui?
The Third Day: Feelings Running High
Wolverine's Haiku
Why'd she use Japanese
Poetry? Damn it. Kids
Won't let me rest.
"Come on, Logan. Tell
me!" Not my secret. I
don't give them out.
Only reason I stay,
Two reasons; To see her,
and his response.
General Atmosphere Haiku
I bet it's Logan,
Playing tricks on us, 'cause
He thinks sneaky.
Nah. It's Rogue, trying
To get Gambit back in
Her arms. She cried.
Uh uh! Gambit wrote
Them so we'd think he was
All that…showoff.
It's Bobby. No, Kurt.
Maybe Jean, Emma could.
Betsy…The Prof!
Prof X? You're nuts. It's
SO Scott! Hiding, glasses…
Can't you agree?
The Author Herself, written on a whiteboard for "general comments"
A cool well, hidden
Deep in the forest, held
Silence, water.
The tarnished knight sat,
Trailing a hand deep, feeling
Relief, no thirst.
His sword down, his bruised
Face cooled by the wind, he
Felt peace at last.
Who knows what happened
In his mind, before the
Well, in the past?
And, when he stands tall,
Does he think about the
Water, or no?
