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Arcady - Sapphics
When a lonely MothGirl is waiting for her
Shepherd , then it seems like a hundred Ages
Time has stopped or going into slow down , stasis ,
Poor little MothGirl
Round the corner comes a big reptile , scaley
Really horny , covered in feathers , beastly
Teeth are bared and MothGirl is scared and runs a
Way and into a tree
Shes un Conscious , hardly is breathing , con cussed
Whats this creature from the Dark Ages ? , nightmare
Dragon on two feet it is fiercely striding
Tyrannosaurus
But the story can’t end like this in carnage
Pity cos I rather did like her somewhat
gothic Mothgirl Covered in fur and now its
Curtains for MothGirl
But
as it happens , someone is watching from a
Distant bush and she is a Goddess and an archer
Huntress , virgin she never misses takes a shot and
Shoots it through the eye
Monster, raging , gnashing teeth and writhing ,roaring
Rearing ,falling with a dreadful crash and blood is
pouring ,gushing and waking up the MothGirl who was
Only fainted , she opens up her eyes
I know you think that this will end in Sapphics
But the Goddess was very much upset , she liked the
Scaley reptile had it for a pet - she was not pleased
Poor little MothGirl
MothGirl says “ why are you all against me ? I was
Only quietly leaning on a tree and writing a
Poem , sapphic , suddenly attacked and now it
Seems its all my fault ! “
Every body looks in her direction , no one
Seems to disagree as it seems a fairly
Good assessment of the situation actually
Poor little MothGirl
“ I can’t take this ” saying the MothGirl , choking
“ I’m not joking , Its turning out so truly badly ,
Now I’m really going down the garden sadly
to eat worms “
“ Don’t do that “ the faun replied sharply , “ don’t you
Realise any worm may be your grandma , several
Times removed but a crucially important person in
Your Evolution ? “
“ Are you saying she can kill a dragon - but i
Can’t tread on a worm as I may wipe you all out ,
Me too , really ? ” “ that’s about the picture , darling “
Said the faun
“ Never worry , just you keep on writing your poem
But may I make a very small suggestion ? Shepherds
are useless , trust me , I’m a better subject , handsome
Sexy and urbane “
The MothGirl looked thoughtful
“ I think you may be right about the shepherds , really ,
Sometimes they are a waste of space , entirely hopeless ,
But sadly you are not my type at all as you are
Smelly as a goat
But what about the Goddess shooting arrows ?
she is lovely ,the one who shot the lizard , really
She is gorgeous , shining in the moonlight , truly
Lovely - I think I’ve got a crush “
“ Well ,she is just a
Blow In from Turkey , runs around in tunics , shooting
At things , and if you knew her better , you wouldn’t
Like her really , me - I’m easy going , Ipso facto
I could take a bath
Oh have it your own way , write your wretched poem , badly ,
Think I care ? I don’t give a monkeys , not that they’re in
Vented , bye bye , no I’m not a teeny bit upset
“and do me favour , stop attempting Sapphics ! Its getting
Annoying ,very , now youv’e got me at it , also ,
Stop it , or we’ll all be talking like this , sing song , forever
Til the end of Time
I was going to help you Dispose of the body now you
Can do It yourself , I’d like to see you try ! I want the
Whole thing gone by morning or your’e in the wardrobe
Toute de Suite
I want my woodland emptied out of corpses, smelly
Unhy genic , stinking out the clearing , nasty ,
And you’re just so ungrateful ! Cant believe I bothered
To rescue you before “
Moth girl’s in trouble, forty tons of reptile , what to do ?
In the wardrobe , moth balls would kill her stone dead ,
Looks like it is farewell to this planet . Oh dear ,
Good Night Moth Girl
and So she writes a poem - a hymn to the moon - its in the appendix as its pretty awful
But we continue - not in Sapphics - usual random rhyming
She feels a thing land on her leg
She crossly knocks it off and swears
It bites her - its not the faun ! - she stares
At something like a tiny sphinx
With teeth like knives
The blood now dripping down her leg , a light goes on
She has a thought
“ And are there any more of you ? “
“ We are jeholopterus
Like Scottish midges , we are legion “
“ And do you like a reptile too ?
Or is it only human flesh will do ? “
“ oh - reptile - human- we’re not picky “
“ well - there’s a large one very near ,
Bite me again , I’ll break your neck
So is my meaning very clear ? I’m not your lunch
Its over there “
Well luckily the glade was dark
I’m sure the scene was quite revolting
As the flock of tiny pterasaurs
With needle teeth and chomping jaws
Under the cold uncaring stars
Stripped all the flesh from the dead lizard
And by the time that rosy fingered dawn
Had touched the clearing with her light
The dinosaur was out of sight
The glade was clear
Except the ribcage - shining bright
And some other bones as well
“ How lovely “ cried the MothGirl , clapping
How shiny white - just like the moon
What is your name ? “
“ Its Christobel
That’s Geraldine
And those are all her friends from Hell “
“ it has been such a stressful night
Ill have a bath“ and to the pool
She walked and hung her suit up on a tree
And soaped and splashed around ...... to be continued .....
Dactylic hexameter
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/This is the /forest pri/meval. The/ murmering/ pines and the /hemlocks/ Longfellow :Evangeline
The Mothgirl’s hymn to the moon ( ... maybe skip this )
This is the night of the Huntress . The shimmering goddess of moonlight
Hers are the arrows of mercy , that went to the eye of the lizard
Hers are the radiant features that look like the sun in the morning
Hers are the limbs of a tiger , the eyes of a doe in the forest
Hers is the speed of a bullet , the face of a rose in the thicket
Here am i , stuck with a problem , beyond me to think of an answer
And if you could see how to help me , then I’d be eternally grateful
.
Anita Greg , May 2016 anitagreg@gmail.com index
Shepherd , then it seems like a hundred Ages
Time has stopped or going into slow down , stasis ,
Poor little MothGirl
Round the corner comes a big reptile , scaley
Really horny , covered in feathers , beastly
Teeth are bared and MothGirl is scared and runs a
Way and into a tree
Shes un Conscious , hardly is breathing , con cussed
Whats this creature from the Dark Ages ? , nightmare
Dragon on two feet it is fiercely striding
Tyrannosaurus
But the story can’t end like this in carnage
Pity cos I rather did like her somewhat
gothic Mothgirl Covered in fur and now its
Curtains for MothGirl
But
as it happens , someone is watching from a
Distant bush and she is a Goddess and an archer
Huntress , virgin she never misses takes a shot and
Shoots it through the eye
Monster, raging , gnashing teeth and writhing ,roaring
Rearing ,falling with a dreadful crash and blood is
pouring ,gushing and waking up the MothGirl who was
Only fainted , she opens up her eyes
I know you think that this will end in Sapphics
But the Goddess was very much upset , she liked the
Scaley reptile had it for a pet - she was not pleased
Poor little MothGirl
MothGirl says “ why are you all against me ? I was
Only quietly leaning on a tree and writing a
Poem , sapphic , suddenly attacked and now it
Seems its all my fault ! “
Every body looks in her direction , no one
Seems to disagree as it seems a fairly
Good assessment of the situation actually
Poor little MothGirl
“ I can’t take this ” saying the MothGirl , choking
“ I’m not joking , Its turning out so truly badly ,
Now I’m really going down the garden sadly
to eat worms “
“ Don’t do that “ the faun replied sharply , “ don’t you
Realise any worm may be your grandma , several
Times removed but a crucially important person in
Your Evolution ? “
“ Are you saying she can kill a dragon - but i
Can’t tread on a worm as I may wipe you all out ,
Me too , really ? ” “ that’s about the picture , darling “
Said the faun
“ Never worry , just you keep on writing your poem
But may I make a very small suggestion ? Shepherds
are useless , trust me , I’m a better subject , handsome
Sexy and urbane “
The MothGirl looked thoughtful
“ I think you may be right about the shepherds , really ,
Sometimes they are a waste of space , entirely hopeless ,
But sadly you are not my type at all as you are
Smelly as a goat
But what about the Goddess shooting arrows ?
she is lovely ,the one who shot the lizard , really
She is gorgeous , shining in the moonlight , truly
Lovely - I think I’ve got a crush “
“ Well ,she is just a
Blow In from Turkey , runs around in tunics , shooting
At things , and if you knew her better , you wouldn’t
Like her really , me - I’m easy going , Ipso facto
I could take a bath
Oh have it your own way , write your wretched poem , badly ,
Think I care ? I don’t give a monkeys , not that they’re in
Vented , bye bye , no I’m not a teeny bit upset
“and do me favour , stop attempting Sapphics ! Its getting
Annoying ,very , now youv’e got me at it , also ,
Stop it , or we’ll all be talking like this , sing song , forever
Til the end of Time
I was going to help you Dispose of the body now you
Can do It yourself , I’d like to see you try ! I want the
Whole thing gone by morning or your’e in the wardrobe
Toute de Suite
I want my woodland emptied out of corpses, smelly
Unhy genic , stinking out the clearing , nasty ,
And you’re just so ungrateful ! Cant believe I bothered
To rescue you before “
Moth girl’s in trouble, forty tons of reptile , what to do ?
In the wardrobe , moth balls would kill her stone dead ,
Looks like it is farewell to this planet . Oh dear ,
Good Night Moth Girl
and So she writes a poem - a hymn to the moon - its in the appendix as its pretty awful
But we continue - not in Sapphics - usual random rhyming
She feels a thing land on her leg
She crossly knocks it off and swears
It bites her - its not the faun ! - she stares
At something like a tiny sphinx
With teeth like knives
The blood now dripping down her leg , a light goes on
She has a thought
“ And are there any more of you ? “
“ We are jeholopterus
Like Scottish midges , we are legion “
“ And do you like a reptile too ?
Or is it only human flesh will do ? “
“ oh - reptile - human- we’re not picky “
“ well - there’s a large one very near ,
Bite me again , I’ll break your neck
So is my meaning very clear ? I’m not your lunch
Its over there “
Well luckily the glade was dark
I’m sure the scene was quite revolting
As the flock of tiny pterasaurs
With needle teeth and chomping jaws
Under the cold uncaring stars
Stripped all the flesh from the dead lizard
And by the time that rosy fingered dawn
Had touched the clearing with her light
The dinosaur was out of sight
The glade was clear
Except the ribcage - shining bright
And some other bones as well
“ How lovely “ cried the MothGirl , clapping
How shiny white - just like the moon
What is your name ? “
“ Its Christobel
That’s Geraldine
And those are all her friends from Hell “
“ it has been such a stressful night
Ill have a bath“ and to the pool
She walked and hung her suit up on a tree
And soaped and splashed around ...... to be continued .....
Dactylic hexameter
/- -/- -/- -/- -/- - //
/This is the /forest pri/meval. The/ murmering/ pines and the /hemlocks/ Longfellow :Evangeline
The Mothgirl’s hymn to the moon ( ... maybe skip this )
This is the night of the Huntress . The shimmering goddess of moonlight
Hers are the arrows of mercy , that went to the eye of the lizard
Hers are the radiant features that look like the sun in the morning
Hers are the limbs of a tiger , the eyes of a doe in the forest
Hers is the speed of a bullet , the face of a rose in the thicket
Here am i , stuck with a problem , beyond me to think of an answer
And if you could see how to help me , then I’d be eternally grateful
.
Anita Greg , May 2016 anitagreg@gmail.com index