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Drabble: Figuratively Speaking

More about Buffy and poetry. This time I've committed actual, honest-to-goodness poemfic, with citations and everything. Woe is me. Written for still_grrr for the "yellow" prompt.


Buffy has certain difficulties with this metaphor stuff.

The yellow fog that rubs its back along the window-panes.

How are you supposed to tell? Poetifying pollution one thing; freaky mystical sentient weather? So a different story.

A waning moon was haunted by woman wailing for her demon lover.

Problematic. Lover probably actual demon; haunting maybe figurative? The moon being kind of barren as ghostly getaways go.

Then again, some poetry is pretty straightforward.

Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed

So much for that paper due tomorrow; it’s time to go stem the tide again.


1. The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, by T.S. Eliot
2. Kubla Khan, by Samuel Coleridge
3. The Second Coming, by W.B. Yeats


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Jun. 4th, 2010 12:58 am (UTC)
I love both Buffy and poetry; but I can easily imagine she'd have a hard time with the metaphors. She's such a practical soul!

Isn't it canon that she liked her poetry class in college?

eta for grammar fail!

Edited at 2010-06-04 05:00 am (UTC)
Jun. 4th, 2010 06:54 pm (UTC)
Yep, it's canon that she liked it. She might have still been mystified by certain things, though, especially since the poets' assumptions and hers about the world might be fairly different. :)
Jun. 4th, 2010 05:38 am (UTC)

(Ohh, I so want to write a fic where Buffy somehow becomes a published poet, only to have her frank and literal work lambasted as purple and OTT...)
Jun. 4th, 2010 06:56 pm (UTC)
Hee to you!

Actually, in the course of this fic I decided I wanted to write a fic about Buffy fighting the Jabberwock (although now that I think about it, didn't someone do something like that for seasonal_spuffy a couple of years ago?), and the housemate now wants me to write a fic involving Buffy and white chickens, in which everything really does depend on a red wheelbarrow. Except, I think that might be a bit too cracky even for me.
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