(thanks to mishasminions for the gif! go check ‘em out!)
crush my mouth close
the river sing
whispers I should
block my ears
it commands, but
is only blood
from inside out
i’m going under
my first, my last—
your palm on lung,
out an exhale
just tread water
feels like floating
can’t see the sun
i slip underneath
flare so proudly
and so bright on
these incoming tides
the first entry for my 30 Days of Dragon Age Poetry. super special thanks to Charlotte (iheartapostates), for letting me use her Aveline Napkin as my inspiration for this poem.
Why wake to witness the day when waking’s joy is dull?
It is only a yellow scratch, laid beside a dozen more.
Let the dream creak and sway, I’ll not hear the crying gull
On sour winds, harried from a pitiless shore.
Why dress, why breathe, why mourn?
It is only a habit of the flesh that was; Steel in plate,
And gold in circled bands. A sea of blood, grimly borne
For a man, for a duty, for a blackening state.
Why speak to the pain where silence will suffice?
No atrophy steals the purpose of the blade
Even at rest. A dream does not weaken the device,
Though dreaming makes the colors fade.
Wake, because we must, where towers grind white against the sky.
Where we go on; Tall and firm and clear of eye.
“dreaming makes the colors fade./Wake, because we must”
I just really, really, really love that bit, and the idea that Aveline of all people would be the one to tell herself that… *sigh* So gorgeous, girl.
Also… did you fucking iamb up in this house? WAY TO SET THE BAR HIGH FOR THE REST OF US NADIA.