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

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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.

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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

Date: 2010-06-04 04:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] zanthinegirl.livejournal.com
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 Date: 2010-06-04 05:00 am (UTC)

Date: 2010-06-04 09:38 am (UTC)
quinara: Buffy looks up with a bloom of yellow sparklies behind her. (Buffy sparkles)
From: [personal profile] quinara
Hee!!

(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...)

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