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Blue 9, Yellow 7: In Reponse to Tennyson
Author: Kat
Title: In Response to Tennyson
Story: In The Heart, sorta
Colors: Blue 9 (blue plate special), yellow 7 (yellow light).
Supplies and Materials: Stain (Man is the hunter; woman is his game. The sleek and shining creatures of the chase, we hunt them for the beauty of their skins; they love us for it, and we ride them down. -- Tennyson, The Princess), chalk (offerings being thrown into the sea), pastels (truth).
Word Count: 184
Rating: PG.
Summary: For my female characters, and for every woman.
Warnings: none.
Notes: The prompts are a little obscure, but I can and will explain them if you want me to.
If you love me for my skin, you do not love me.
I am not a bauble thrown into the air
for you to catch.
I am not a prize.
I am not a toy.
I am not an image, painted or photographed
for you to build a dream around.
If you love me for my mind, perhaps you love me.
But I am more than words and spoken thoughts
that you mishear.
I am a daughter.
I am a friend.
I am a woman, fierce and wild, strong and shining
and powerful without you.
If you love me for my soul, then you might love me.
But love is more than spiritual hearts
and holy hauteur.
I am earthy.
I am sexy.
I possess a body, stark and lovely, glorious
in the imperfections you despise.
If you love me for my whole, then you do love me.
You take me as I am, and that entire
without reserve.
I am not your goddess.
I am not your plaything.
I am your lover, partner, hope and heartache
all things in one woman, in me.
Title: In Response to Tennyson
Story: In The Heart, sorta
Colors: Blue 9 (blue plate special), yellow 7 (yellow light).
Supplies and Materials: Stain (Man is the hunter; woman is his game. The sleek and shining creatures of the chase, we hunt them for the beauty of their skins; they love us for it, and we ride them down. -- Tennyson, The Princess), chalk (offerings being thrown into the sea), pastels (truth).
Word Count: 184
Rating: PG.
Summary: For my female characters, and for every woman.
Warnings: none.
Notes: The prompts are a little obscure, but I can and will explain them if you want me to.
If you love me for my skin, you do not love me.
I am not a bauble thrown into the air
for you to catch.
I am not a prize.
I am not a toy.
I am not an image, painted or photographed
for you to build a dream around.
If you love me for my mind, perhaps you love me.
But I am more than words and spoken thoughts
that you mishear.
I am a daughter.
I am a friend.
I am a woman, fierce and wild, strong and shining
and powerful without you.
If you love me for my soul, then you might love me.
But love is more than spiritual hearts
and holy hauteur.
I am earthy.
I am sexy.
I possess a body, stark and lovely, glorious
in the imperfections you despise.
If you love me for my whole, then you do love me.
You take me as I am, and that entire
without reserve.
I am not your goddess.
I am not your plaything.
I am your lover, partner, hope and heartache
all things in one woman, in me.
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