diff --git a/feed.ass b/feed.ass index 6102016..5d3e140 100644 --- a/feed.ass +++ b/feed.ass @@ -1,5 +1,6 @@ # MayVaneDay ASS (https://tilde.town/~dzwdz/ass/) feed +2022-06-11 http://yggdrasil.mayvaneday.org/poetry/m/mitad1.txt Mitad-marida I 2022-06-09 http://yggdrasil.mayvaneday.org/blog/2022/june/purity.html Purity Spiral 2022-06-07 http://yggdrasil.mayvaneday.org/poetry/m/morgana.txt Morgana 2022-06-05 http://yggdrasil.mayvaneday.org/poetry/h/hotdog.txt hotdog diff --git a/feed.xml b/feed.xml index 29dd795..b045896 100644 --- a/feed.xml +++ b/feed.xml @@ -10,6 +10,56 @@ vanevander@mayvaneday.org + + Mitad-marida I + + http://yggdrasil.mayvaneday.org/poetry/m/mitad1.txt + 2022-06-11 + +
+Cold summer. A cold heart
+beats in my chest
+as I from my house depart,
+legs stiff, left arm
+aching.
+
+Father spoke, "You are going to kill this tree."
+It slipped
+from his lips
+like a prophecy.
+Dogs outside my bedroom window gnawing
+on the Velouria Bush, Nidhogg,
+portent of the Eschaton.
+Too short, too squat,
+too weakened from the bark not
+there anymore
+to hang myself from branch's ledge
+in hopes of gaining the knowledge
+to see this world through to its bitter end.
+
+I kneel before the now-fenced-in stump
+and reach forward. My limbs falter.
+A bramble or some other thorn from Dead End Shrine
+draws a gash through my skin, nature's penknife.
+Rivulets of blood stream
+down without recognition of pain,
+carmine trickles, a river, a flood,
+guided by the soft-falling rain
+before the altar.
+
+And I pray,
+
+let us reconcile before closes this day.
+Dead-End King,
+lead me to victimless iniquity.
+Lead me to damnation
+without hurting a single being
+undeserving.
+				
+ ]]> +
+
+ Purity Spiral @@ -123,52 +173,4 @@ make neapolitan ice cream of shedded fur for their nests. - - YOU NEED TO KNOW - - http://yggdrasil.mayvaneday.org/poetry/y/YOU-NEED-TO-KNOW.txt - 2022-06-01 - -
-I wish it had been a bridal night
-instead of a boring nosebleed,
-standing over my great-grandma's sink
-at three in the morning.
-That it had been you taking my breath away
-and not clots in my nostrils, down the drain
-as if the rivers sent to confirm
-I would not give birth
-that cycle had gotten lost.
-
-The shed blood and tears,
-the countless years
-spent in breathless wait
-in order to be there
-on that belated
-celebrated
-day.
-You in a dress in my favorite hue
-and mine you had yourself made.
-To finally see the love I could not hide
-within my body reflected in your eyes
-without fear of a glamour or being a disguise.
-
-You've been so patient with me all my life,
-and it's a damn miracle that you still insist
-on spending the rest of yours at my side.
-But this is how it's supposed to go, right?
-You're supposed to marry your best friend,
-who knows you like they know themselves,
-who will tolerate you at worst until the bitter end.
-
-And I,
-I must confide,
-can think of no one else I'd
-rather spend my life
-with.
-
- ]]> -
-
- diff --git a/poetry/index.gmi b/poetry/index.gmi index 311ebee..8620ce5 100644 --- a/poetry/index.gmi +++ b/poetry/index.gmi @@ -86,6 +86,7 @@ ## M => m/melia.txt Melia => m/messymessy.txt messymessy +=> m/mitad1.txt Mitad-marida I => m/montana1.txt Montana I => m/montana2.txt Montana II => m/montana3.txt Montana III diff --git a/poetry/index.gph b/poetry/index.gph index 2f3273b..91c7fa4 100644 --- a/poetry/index.gph +++ b/poetry/index.gph @@ -87,6 +87,7 @@ iL iM 0Melia m/melia.txt 0messymessy m/messymessy.txt +0Mitad-marida I m/mitad1.txt 0Montana I m/montana1.txt 0Montana II m/montana2.txt 0Montana III m/montana3.txt diff --git a/poetry/index.html b/poetry/index.html index 8b9bdf1..9b1c2ff 100644 --- a/poetry/index.html +++ b/poetry/index.html @@ -105,6 +105,7 @@ ├── m
│   ├── melia.txt
│   ├── messymessy.txt
+ │   ├── mitad1.txt
│   ├── montana1.txt
│   ├── montana2.txt
│   ├── montana3.txt
@@ -185,7 +186,7 @@     └── YOU-NEED-TO-KNOW.txt


-23 directories, 134 files +23 directories, 135 files


diff --git a/poetry/m/mitad1.txt b/poetry/m/mitad1.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6f47cb1 --- /dev/null +++ b/poetry/m/mitad1.txt @@ -0,0 +1,47 @@ +Mitad-marida I +2022-06-11 + +*** + +Cold summer. A cold heart +beats in my chest +as I from my house depart, +legs stiff, left arm +aching. + +Father spoke, "You are going to kill this tree." +It slipped +from his lips +like a prophecy. +Dogs outside my bedroom window gnawing +on the Velouria Bush, Nidhogg, +portent of the Eschaton. +Too short, too squat, +too weakened from the bark not +there anymore +to hang myself from branch's ledge +in hopes of gaining the knowledge +to see this world through to its bitter end. + +I kneel before the now-fenced-in stump +and reach forward. My limbs falter. +A bramble or some other thorn from Dead End Shrine +draws a gash through my skin, nature's penknife. +Rivulets of blood stream +down without recognition of pain, +carmine trickles, a river, a flood, +guided by the soft-falling rain +before the altar. + +And I pray, + +let us reconcile before closes this day. +Dead-End King, +lead me to victimless iniquity. +Lead me to damnation +without hurting a single being +undeserving. + +*** + +CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander