i'm writing you a poem by metimauresse
Mar. 6th, 2019 01:12 amB2MeM Prompt: I'm writing you a poem. -Dean, Tam Lin (N42: Last Lines)
Format: Poetry
Genre: Femslash
Rating: G
Warnings: N/A
Characters: Findis, Elemmírë
Pairings: Elemmírë/Findis
Summary: A poem from the POV of Elemmírë to Findis, after the Darkening of Valinor.
you exhale silver moths that wing their
pale way into the sky. daughter of a land
crushed kingless, silhouette of a city
turned lightless against stars that shiver
in the sudden dark. in the silence, you ask
what poem i have clenched between my
teeth tonight, and i kiss you, wordless for
once. on a distant horizon, the flames
are dying, smoke carried across the sea.
we, too, are burning. we, too, crack like
the teeth of ice, walking onwards to a
half-forgotten dream.
in a city drowned by night, we stand with
our backs to the mountain, mouths filled
with ash and the dead wood of grief.
the streets echo emptiness, no fires
or drawn blades or oaths left to be broken,
no weaving of gold and silver lulling us
to sleep. what songs, you say, could ever
be sung about tragedy? i’m holding the
answer on my tongue, i’m letting it flutter
free, your name lighting every candle in
the city, pushing back the dark inch by
inch, your name a spark, a faraway star,
a hope rekindled.
Format: Poetry
Genre: Femslash
Rating: G
Warnings: N/A
Characters: Findis, Elemmírë
Pairings: Elemmírë/Findis
Summary: A poem from the POV of Elemmírë to Findis, after the Darkening of Valinor.
you exhale silver moths that wing their
pale way into the sky. daughter of a land
crushed kingless, silhouette of a city
turned lightless against stars that shiver
in the sudden dark. in the silence, you ask
what poem i have clenched between my
teeth tonight, and i kiss you, wordless for
once. on a distant horizon, the flames
are dying, smoke carried across the sea.
we, too, are burning. we, too, crack like
the teeth of ice, walking onwards to a
half-forgotten dream.
in a city drowned by night, we stand with
our backs to the mountain, mouths filled
with ash and the dead wood of grief.
the streets echo emptiness, no fires
or drawn blades or oaths left to be broken,
no weaving of gold and silver lulling us
to sleep. what songs, you say, could ever
be sung about tragedy? i’m holding the
answer on my tongue, i’m letting it flutter
free, your name lighting every candle in
the city, pushing back the dark inch by
inch, your name a spark, a faraway star,
a hope rekindled.
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