Stuff.... and the Sea of Nettles.

[apolla]

I went over to Fanfiction.net earlier for no real reason other than boredom, only to discover that there's chick there posting H/Hr fanfic under the name Apolla. I know I don't lay claim to it, it's not mine, but still, it felt very weird to be reading stuff by someone with 'my' name on it. Weird.

Doing laundry last night was weird. I ended up on a writing roll and didn't even notice my drying had finished. I do, however, pretty much have the end of what I'm calling The Sequel That Wouldn't Die. Was very inspiring for some odd, odd reason. Then, when I was walking along earlier, I was listening to 'London Girls' by Chas n Dave and thought it could be a cool H/Hr songfic. This presupposes, I guess, that Hermione is a London girl, but whatever.

Have just, against my better judgement, tuned into Big Brother before watching V. Graham Norton. God, Jon is such an irritating git!

And, I don't know what possessed me to post this except that it was part of the great Laundry Inspiration. Tell me seriously if it's shite...



The Sea of Nettles

My homecoming was inauspicious.
There were no red carpets or dancing bands,
Though I had long been absent from this shire.
Instead I walked alone through had been my land.

I walked for hours
I walked for miles
I walked back years in time.

Once upon a time in these woods
Children played until the sun turned them brown,
Until Mummy came to angrily retrieve them-
Dinner had been ready for an hour.

Long ago laughter rang out to the tops of these trees.
Long ago children ranged over trees, under bushes,
All in the name of the Great Adventure.

The paths are unclear and unused.
Weeds and nettles have taken over,
Forbidding and menacing.
Children don't play here anymore.

I left quickly, unable to look.
This was not the utopia of my memories.
This was not the playground of my dreams.

Now nettles grow where love used to reside.

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Don't know what in the world possessed me to writing fecking poetry, but what the hell.

Comments

hiya

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i saw that fic too, i was like "wow wee! i didn't know apolla posted on ff.net!" i'm glad it wasn't yours though, it didn't seem as interesting or as good quality as the stuff you write. the poem's not bad either, i can relate to it.