Welcome to National Poetry Month on the Drollerie Blog Tour.
My entry is up at Anna’s blog, and here’s Anna’s entry right here!
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Other folks on this month’s blog tour will be telling you about how poetry has influenced their writing. Me, I’m not as much of a poetry reader, with one particular exception: I’m a sucker for sonnets. I’ve been known to write a few myself, particularly when members of my favorite bands are the topic of discussion; I’m particularly proud of “Ode to the Hair of Alan The Doyle”.
But when it comes to influencing my actual writing, I was hard pressed to make a connection. Oh sure, I could have told you all about “Andris and Larain”, my first stab at a fantasy-based epic poem. Aside from that, though, and the periodic fangirly bursts of verse I put out every so often, poetry doesn’t make much of a dent.
Until I got to thinking more about Faerie Blood, the characters in it, and in particular about how the old Warder of Seattle, back when she was a fresh young Warder of Seattle, had a bit of poetry come into her life.
Hope y’all enjoy this glimpse of Millicent meeting the man she’ll one day marry, and thanks again for reading all our posts!
Downtown Seattle, January, 1953
Three in the morning was no time for a girl to be out on the streets, especially the streets that ran under the half-constructed viaduct over Alaskan Way. But then, that was why I had Butch. The shotgun’s weight in the holster beneath my coat was a comfort; so was the thrum of the city’s energies, rising up into me right out of the ground with every step I took. My nerves were on edge, twitchy as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs, but I was ready for whatever might leap out of the night.
I wasn’t ready, though, for a ragged voice bellowing somewhere in the darkness ahead of me.
“Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth… done a hundred things you have not dreamed of…”
