Of Hallifax

by Arundel

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Arundel2005-06-18 23:48:52
I'm not really into the whole poetry thing, but I felt that I should give my character something to say about what he feels about the holes in his past.

On russet-feathered wings I fly,
Soaring, spinning, to the sky.
Yet, of all the places in my reach,
There is but one I cannot touch.

Above the Emerald Road, I find,
Encased in both magic and time,
The once-gleaming crystal spires
Of the keys to my memory.

From time to time, on occasion,
Fleeting glimpses of a bastion
Of knowledge, science, and logic
Reveal themselves to my gaze.

I dream of old, familiar things,
Of crystal flesh and feathered wings.
I dream of magic, crystal sights,
Of skies and mountains far below.

I long to know my origins,
To find and meet my long-lost kin.
Alas, the city gates are sealed
By the very people whom I seek.

My flesh and blood are gone to me,
Caught in a shimmering mystery.
To look at time-kept Hallifax
Is to look into my missing past.
Erion2005-06-19 00:17:04
I like it. smile.gif Not my usual genre of poetry, but I like the style, although it strikes me as kind of... non-descript? Iunno. I like the description, and the whole longing, missing a piece of yourself does come through. But not a whole lot else? I guess I feel like there's something missing. But isn't that the whole point of the piece? XD
Arundel2005-06-19 00:18:59
Non-descript? Dull, I guess? Well, it's focusing mainly on thoughts and feelings. I guess what's missing is something happening, which is why poetry really isn't my thing. I find it hard to make something happen in poetry.

But thanks, and yes, that is the point.
Erion2005-06-19 00:48:38
QUOTE(Arundel @ Jun 18 2005, 07:48 PM)
I'm not really into the whole poetry thing, but I felt that I should give my character something to say about what he feels about the holes in his past.

On russet-feathered wings I fly,
Soaring, spinning, to the sky.
Yet, of all the places in my reach,
There is but one I cannot touch.

Above the Emerald Road, I find,
Encased in both magic and time,
The once-gleaming crystal spires
Of the keys to my memory.

From time to time, on occasion,
Fleeting glimpses of a bastion
Of knowledge, science, and logic
Reveal themselves to my gaze.

I dream of old, familiar things,
Of crystal flesh and feathered wings.
I dream of magic, crystal sights,
Of skies and mountains far below.

I long to know my origins,
To find and meet my long-lost kin.
Alas, the city gates are sealed
By the very people whom I seek.

My flesh and blood are gone to me,
Caught in a shimmering mystery.
To look at time-kept Hallifax
Is to look into my missing past.
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I don't know, maybe I just didn't read it well enough. By non-descript, I meant dull, but in the sense of "not enough description". But, at the same time, that just falls into my category of "too short". Meaning I think you'ld have been better off going into detail about the crystal flesh and feathered wings, of the lost origins, of the magic and time that kept it sealed away... Another line or two about the Emerald Road, that sort of thing.

Shrug. But I also like aaaction in poetry, or a long drawn out speech that describes action. So. smile.gif It's good! Just not my genre, I guess.
Crylia2005-06-20 23:46:34
It's nice, well written I think. I like your word choices definitely. Only thing I don't really like are the very last two lines of the last segment for some reason. They could probably be written a little better, in a more interesting or thought-provoking way maybe. Overall I think it's pretty good though smile.gif
Arundel2005-06-21 01:14:00
I was originally going to write "time-worn," but Hallifax would always look the same from the outside.