‘Snow Softly Falling’ — a Fanfic Poem from Cass’s Days of YorePosted: November 21, 2018 Filed under: My Books | Tags: fanfic, poetry Leave a comment
If you have read my novella Guardian Angel, you’ll know that I used a couple of poems as song lyrics, one to introduce the story and one as an integral part of it. (You can read the first poem at the novella page here.) I’m about to sit down and write another set of lyrics for an urban fantasy story idea that I can’t shake, in the hope that it will go away so I can get back to drafting the sci-fi young adult story I’m working on.
Like all angsty teens, I used to write a lot of poems, although most of them are, objectively speaking, sheer garbage. (Sorry, past Cass, but it’s true. I was just flicking through your books of poetry, and yeesh.)
There is one storytelling-style poem that I wrote when I was at university that I think is alright, though, and I thought I’d share it here. It was written back in the day when I was obsessed with Mercedes Lackey’s Valdemar books, and is about a character I’d created for some fanfics I wrote. Knowledge of that world is useful, but I don’t think it’s 100% necessary to follow along.
Snow Softly Falling
The snow was falling softly down onto the icy ground;
The moaning of the winter wind was the only sound
Until the crunch of hoofbeats came, a-breaking through the snow
Plowing through the muddy soil that was concealed below.
The stallion and his rider were both attired in white
And so appeared and vanished through snow-filtered light.
Herald and Companion, making their weary way
Through the fading twilight that comes at end of day,
To a Herald Waystation where they would spend the night
Then up and travel onward, as soon as there was light.
Their heads, they hung down, weary; they hungered and were sore —
The snow was falling softly down onto the forest floor.
Herald and Companion both were Couriers for the Crown
And had just delivered messages into a nearby town,
Warning loyal and local lords of rebels in their fold,
Spies come out of Hardorn, or so the Queen was told.
Couriers travel quickly, and these quicker than most —
Although it’s not the sort of thing of which you’d hear them boast.
The messages sent early, the task already done,
The Herald and Companion’s journey home begun.
They came upon the Waystation and settled for the night,
The glowing of the embers on the hearth the only light.
The night replaced the daytime with nary a sound.
The snow was falling silently onto the icy ground.
Outside the little building, creeping through the trees,
Came four men in cloaks and hoods, silently, with ease.
Each man bore a cruel sword, its blade bright and bare.
Their breath frosted before them upon the frigid air.
Four men came from Hardorn at their lord’s request
To stop the message from reaching the spies’ hidden nest,
To stop the Couriers delivering their message from the Queen.
Four men creeping closer, all silent and unseen.
Their hearts were hardened steel, their faces a blank mask:
Four men with a dark intent to do a grisly task.
The message was delivered, but they could not know.
Four men, dark and deadly, creeping through the snow.
Herald and Companion, both were sound asleep.
Both were sore and weary, and so their sleep was deep,
Yet, suddenly, the Herald felt a foreboding chill
Of fear upon her dreams; she woke and she lay still.
Blinking rapid in the darkness of the little room,
Ears and senses stretching into the pressing gloom.
Mindspeech had the Herald, and so it told her this:
Four people came a-creeping to give her metal’s kiss.
The Herald wondered briefly what had made her wake,
And thanked the Lady Luck herself for the lucky break.
She woke her Companion, she readied her bow.
The Waystation was silent in the field of falling snow.
The four men reached the building and eased open the door;
They saw sleeping Companion, blankets mounded on the floor,
A body huddled under, sleeping without a care.
The first entered the room, approaching with blade bare.
Imagine his surprise when he reached the sleeping form
And discovered piles of clothes! He turned, his friends to warn,
And Herald, hid in shadows black, shot him in the heart,
As the Companion raised his head, making the next man start.
Trembling with anger, the stallion kicked out;
The man fell down, screaming, his limbs thrashing about.
The Herald drew her sword and swiftly dropped her bow.
Two men still stood standing in the falling snow.
The men exchanged a wary glance, taken by surprise.
Together, they advanced again with caution in their eyes.
Perhaps fearing the fate of those who’d gone before,
The men approached with caution the broad Waystation door.
Deciding it was better to take the fight outside,
To give the stallion room to move, the Herald room to ride,
Our heroes hurried forward into the wintry night.
The bandits closed in, snarling, and so began the fight.
The Herald’s sword danced, gleaming; the stallion reared up, fierce.
Bright hooves caved a skull in; bright sword a chest did pierce.
Then, exhausted panting remained the only sound.
The icy snow fell softly onto the scarlet ground.
The Herald’s arm hung, bleeding, from a lucky bandit’s strike;
She cleaned it first with salves, then bandaged it up tight,
And of the four assassins, only one yet lived —
The Herald made him name and orders of his master give.
The lord who’d sent the order to protect the hidden spies
Was one who lived within the court, right under Heralds’ eyes!
And, although tired and wounded, the Herald knew they must
Get this news to Haven, reveal this breach of trust.
She used her Gift of Mindspeech to warn the Queen that night;
The traitor was arrested, and thus the tale set right.
Then Herald and Companion resumed their well-earned rest.
The winter snow gleamed whitely, and Valdemar was blessed.
Valdemar and its trappings are copyright to Mercedes Lackey, and no infringement of that copyright is intended.
FAQ: Search Term BingoPosted: August 28, 2013 Filed under: On the Isla's Inheritance trilogy | Tags: adverbs, Isla's Inheritance, poetry, search terms, words to be wary of 6 Comments
I was just browsing the various search terms people have used to find my blog. I suspect many of them went away without knowing the answers they were seeking, so here is a post that attempts to remedy that for at least some of them.
isla vs cassandra
In a battle between myself and the main character of Isla’s Inheritance, she would win. As well as having Powerz (TM), she’s also seventeen and spry. I am not seventeen. Nor am I spry.
will kiya hope of the phraoh be available on amazon uk
I checked with the author and it already is. Here ya go!
cassandra’s lazy style
How kind of you to notice. My hair is brought to you by bobby pins and a pony tail. My clothes are courtesy of “whatever jeans I can find that fit my epic shortness”, and “the internet for cool geek t-shirts”. Currently I’m wearing a Minecraf t-shirt courtesy of Threadless (see right).
girl smoking sexy
I’m unclear due to the lack of grammar, but if you’re asking me if I think girls smoking is sexy, the answer is no. Eau de ashtray is not for me.
If you’re looking for a picture of a girl smoking something sexy, or the abstract notion of “sexy” itself, I can’t help you … but I doubt it’s hygenic. Just saying.
summer heacock twitter
“The past, the present and the future walked into a bar. It was tense.”
That’s my favourite. What’s yours?
when writing dialogue is there a comma after said when an adverb is used?
No. But may I urge you to reconsider using the adverb?
poem about a me and my dog with adverbs
Here you go:
I quickly walk my dog
He swiftly jumps a log
Hurriedly fetching a stick
I carelessly gave the flick
It’s covered in his spit
He doesn’t give a–
Ok, and that’s my daily allocation of adverbs consumed. I’ll have to finish it another time.
i follow the rules
Me too. Mostly.
words to edit out of a novel heard
That’s a pretty good suggestion to add to my list of words to be wary of, actually. Why say,
“I heard an eagle shriek.”
when you can say:
“The eagle shrieked.”
Good job, you!
play your cards right hashtag
May I suggest #PlayYourCardsRight?
grow out your hair
I tried but it didn’t work. Really, I tried for about ten years! I just had it cut back to shoulder length and it’s much healthier and more managable. Thanks for the advice, though.
fantasy book with isla as a character
Mine comes out in the (northern) fall of 2014. 😉
Rhyming for Ull, and a plea to votePosted: July 2, 2013 Filed under: On Books | Tags: aussie-owned, contests, poetry 2 Comments
I mentioned the other day that I was part of Team Ull. If you didn’t see the post you might want to have a look, because otherwise the rest of this won’t make much sense. Go on, I’ll wait…
I was struggling a bit with what I could contribute to our little Nordic cheersquad. I wasn’t able to contribute amazing graphic design skills (K. A. Last has that well and truly covered!), but I have contributed something else.
Yeah, you heard me. Limericks. That ancient art of Nordic poetry*.
So here are my four limericks, again turned into images by the aforementioned K, for your amazement … or amusement. I don’t mind which.
All I ask is that you CLICK HERE and vote for Ull. Go on, click it! Kthxbai!
* Just go with it.
My other entry into the Bad Query contestPosted: February 22, 2013 Filed under: On writing | Tags: agents, contests, poetry, queries 2 Comments
Here is my second and final entry into the Bad Query Contest. (See the previous post for my first one.)
At ten thousand words, my novel on birds
Is the tastiest treat you will read.
And I know Mum is right; she says it’s a delight
So become my agent, I plead.
I’m sure that you know it. I am a poet—
But my book is written in prose.
It covers the tales of two Willy Wagtails,
Relating their highs and their lows.
In case you’ve not heard, that type of bird
Comes from the land of Australia—
Rather like me. I’m sure you will see
My writing, it shall not fail ya.
And so it is I wait for your reply.
Please send the contracts to me,
And so that I may send them back the same day,
Please enclose an SASE.
(Yes, I actually winced writing the end of the third verse. If you’re wondering.)
Edit: This one was posted on the Bad Query Contest blog, here. I won the “Best query in verse about birds” award. I’m so proud. Do you think I could use that as an author credit on future queries? 😉
An Ode to a SemicolonPosted: February 10, 2013 Filed under: On writing | Tags: poetry, punctuation, writing 3 Comments
I said yesterday I’d written a poem about semicolons once. It was called “An Ode to a Semicolon”, and I wrote it back in my crazy university days. I was such a party animal.
Unfortunately the original version has been lost to the dusts of time, but I’ve had a go at recreating it (the second verse is new) for your reading pleasure.
And so you can all mock me. 😉
Little punctuation mark,
Seldom ever used,
Rarely used correctly,
Paired up with a bracket,
You’re a winking face,
But as a punctuation mark
You’re losing your place.
Sometimes you’re like a comma,
To break up complex lists—
The use of semicolons
Sometimes, you’re like a full stop
But gentler than he
Oh, little semicolon,
You have a friend in me!
Edit: If you want a proper description of how to use a semicolon, I’ve written one here.
A three-haiku story…Posted: February 2, 2013 Filed under: On writing | Tags: Chuck Wendig, contests, poetry, writing Leave a comment
Chuck Wendig issued a flash fiction challenge today: use three simple haikus (the 5/7/5 structure we all did at school) to tell a single story. He’s giving away some writing e-books; if you want to enter, go here.
Here’s my dodgy little contribution, which is also posted on his page, but I thought I’d share it here. I wrote it about Canberra’s 2003 firestorm. That was a hell of a day…
Sirens wail alarms.
The firestorm approaches;
the sky turns to ash.
Trails of cars snake free
of flaming suburbia.
Will their homes survive?
Some lose everything.
Others are more fortunate.
The city rebuilds.