Another rather personal poem.
Another story fragment featuring my urban fantasy character, including Loki. One day I hope to have enough material to weave into a full length novel.
Some more writing related musings in poetry form.
More corvid stuff, this time I use the characters from the last story but exclude the crow. I wanted to describe the first meeting between the jackdaw and the mischievous magpie brothers (I think I have a thing for trickster characters).
Title is borrowed from the Owl City song from the movie about a different kind of bird.
Deep within a night of sleep,
There are dreams that lie in wait.
Some are pleasant, some are bad,
Most are reruns of your life.
Relive days that you have spent,
With your friends in foreign lands.
Take a stroll down memory lane,
As your body gets its rest.
Or your brain might play a trick,
Undress you and force you out.
Wander dreams in huge distress,
Write a test you never had.
All the things you saw and liked,
The brain takes these and blends them up.
Superheroes fighting cats,
Or space ships made of gingerbread.
Though bizarre dreams are preferred,
To the nightmares you can have,
The fact is that you cannot choose.
It is your brain that calls the shots.
This is more of a scene than a proper story with a plot, as I try out this idea of writing a longer work featuring corvids. Here some new characters appear, the crow is meant to be the same one monologueing in the scarecrow story I wrote earlier.
Born from the realization that some things that are good for you personally, can actually come from something unpleasant for another (like how a sick employee gives me more hours to work and earn money).
After winter, grey and cold,
Spring has finally sprung.
Mankind crawls out from their dens,
To squint up at the sun.
In every tree and every bush,
Birds are singing out.
Songs that celebrate new life,
And how to find a mate.
Sap is rising in the trees,
Yes, in every living thing.
Even plants are calling out,
“Don’t you want to tap that?”
Flowers pretty, but so frail,
Emerging from the ground.
Fearless growing everywhere,
Despite the threat of frost.
It is after winter long,
That spring can taste so sweet.
Like the scent of year’s first blooms,
Or like a lover’s kiss.
So this is fanfic disguised as poetry, or poetry as fanfic, because the brothers in question are the Marvel Cinematic Universe Thor and Loki, with Loki as the speaker.
If I wanted to be really ambitious I would have written it in the style of the old Eddas, but this will have to do.
Another short story with my band of supernatural people, and Loki. The latter seems to be very eager to have stories written with him as a featured character…