BUFFY

[fulselden]

I WROTE BUFFY! Which was only the show of my heart for the latter part of my adolescence. quinara, I blame you and Spike. Also, insomnia.Though the blame for my lol!villanelle rests with me and my reliance on esoteric stanzaic forms.

Series: Buffy (yeah).
Rating/Warnings: G. Poetry!fic.

A girl who holds her stake straight in a fight

She leaves a rim of lipstick on her glass

She moves through death and pries apart the night.

She runs down tarmac under streaky light

She jerks out of her death and into farce

A girl who holds her stake straight in a fight.

She grabs a cellphone, keys, the likely right,

She leaves an ex behind to hold the pass.

She moves through death and pries apart the night.

She held her little sister, held on tight

White fences and the long green lines of grass

A girl who holds her stake straight in a fight

She leapt straight down and shattered into light

She opened up her knuckles after class

She moves through death and pries apart the night.

She spears her pancake and she takes a bite

She moves through dust clouds and the thud of bass.

A girl who holds her stake straight in a fight

She moves through death and pries apart the night.

Comments

[deird1]

Hooray for Buffy!

Nicely done. :)

[pennieblack]

We got into a discussion in class about BtVS the other day~ It's like the entire universe is coming together to say "pennieblack, pennieblack, you need to finally buy that first season on DVD"

But focusing(!): this is amazing and a little hilarious. "She opened up her knuckles after class" is a great line.

[quinara]

Ooh, shiny town!!! I FEEL ABSOLUTELY NO SHAME IN BEING BLAMED FOR THIS. (And, ack, I am crap at this all-caps lark - the 'absolutely' is too much, isn't it? There should be a style guide...)

Anyway, I really really like this. I love that you rhyme glass and farce, yet also talk about cellphones; I love the idea of her prying apart the night (even if I'm weirded out by how sexual and image I find that, despite it being such a violent one). And I love her leaving an ex behind to hold the pass, because that is sooo Buffy.

Since it seems my duty to corrupt you, and you made the mistake of writing not only Buffyverse, but Buffyverse poetry (oh la), I feel it is my duty to link you to my two favourite Buffyverse poems, so you may continue your, erm, education: Buffy Sonnet #2 by sobsister and Illyria Writes a Poem (What country, friends, is this?) by our very own stultiloquentia... ;)