fulselden: General Iroh, playing earth-water-fire-air. (Default)
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Series: Avatar
Characters: Ursa
Rating/Warnings: G. Poetry!fic.
 


... I don't know either, man. At least I had her mete out gory death yesterday. And why does the Victorian web feel the need to inform me what a gusset is? Even I know that!
 

 

The city lies under the summer

She takes in some mending, sews up in her own room.

For the mosquitoes, she uses cheap incense.

She allows her sharp stitches to tally the distance.

The fly-papers hang down like banners,

White sweetness unrolled in the still house.

 

In the green fields behind their old beach house

They ran after fireflies all summer

The nets out behind them like banners.

He weighs her salt-sticky hair in his closed room.

The children fill out the long distance

Their small voices spill off like incense.

 

She carefully deadheads the incense

And, being alone in the dark house,

Her finger and thumb mark the distance

The air in between them sharp summer.

She lets short fires smudge out the small room,

From each of her fingers their banners.

 

She remembers the movement of banners

The air fat and sagging with incense,

The women furled up in their own room.

They stood in the robes of the red house,

They stood for the crowds at high summer,

The children between them, their eyes on the distance.

 

She does not object to the distance

Close and familial, under the banners

Under the stretch of the summer,

Hair stiff and crunchy with incense.

She left children behind for the red house,

She left a wet red thing shut up in his own room.

 

She left her sharp youngest shut up in her own room.

Red women must set out to cultivate distance.

Their work lasts the length of the high house,

The names stitched out right down the banners.

Years later they are left sticks of incense

Planted before them each summer.

 

She belongs to the house of the summer

Her room is still tacky with incense.

She unrolls her distance like banners.




Date: 2010-09-20 01:44 am (UTC)
lettered: (Default)
From: [personal profile] lettered
I love sestinas. This is a lovely one. The penultimate stanza is my favorite.

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