HALF-OFF RAGNAROK giveaway: words words words!

[seanan_mcguire]

As promised, here is the Half-Off Ragnarok poetry giveaway!

How to enter:

Post a comment either containing or linking to a poem inspired by or related to this series. Because LJ lists all links as spam, your comment may appear to disappear. I will be manually unspamming all these comments, have no fear.

All forms of poetry are accepted, including song lyrics, limericks, and other such silliness. Please indicate in the original comment whether you're in the US or international.

How to win:

I will be using the RNG to choose a winner at noon PST on Monday, February 10th. Please watch this space, as I will be requesting that you send me your address pretty quickly, so that your prize can be mailed before I fly to New York for the remainder of the month.

Game on!

Comments

[lazzchan.livejournal.com]

There once was a girl named Verity
Who saw through the monsters with clarity
With a flick of a wrist
(cause she'll get quite pissed)
and a witty personality
Taking down the Covenant
is definitely an eventuality!

(and I'm in the US)

[halaku.livejournal.com]

Ahem. US, and apologies in advance for this silliness.


You would think that Aeslin mice
as housemates would be quite nice
But Apodemus sapiens can be
a kitchen menace most furry
As they never stop HAIL!ing the rice.

[resolute.livejournal.com]

Raven Boy

"The boy claimed he was a raven," Rebecca said.
She ate curly fries
methodically
like she hadn't eaten in days.
Which might have been the case.
"Right there in the tree," she said.
"Black feathers in his hair."

"It's a nice day," I said.
The warm weather brings
madness
after so relentless a winter.
All life drinks sunlight together.
"Some dude, high from last night," I said.
"Out in the park like you."

"I didn't see him climb down," Rebecca said.
I could still smell the
mute
evidence of her own altered state.
She lit her cigarette on the second try.
"I looked back a few times," she said.
"He just vanished."

"I bet he flew away," I said.
The truth fell from my
mouth
hidden as a lie.
We lived lies, cloaked in secrets and plain sight.
"He's probably a raven," I said.
"Probably I am, too."

[alana lee rock (from livejournal.com)]

USA

Aeslin mice, Hail!
Careful, bullets soon sail
twirl to the left,
feint to the right,
Is it a tango or a fight?

Lipstick, clutch purse, and mirrors,
won't save your life, my dears,
Hand grenades and throwing knives
Make the best accessories, I find.

Exploding bouncing balls,
birthday ambushes and deathtraps,
because when everything falls,
You'll survive, and that's a fact!

One final warning,
Don't let life be boring!
Mayhem, after all, can be fun!

[patoadam]

I don't know what's a Ragnarok.
I haven't read the book yet.
Seanan wrote it round the clock.
Has she found time to cook yet?

US

[sylviamcivers.livejournal.com]

There once was a family named Price
Worshiped by talking mice
Their daughter could dance
But she had the chance
To save folks not once but thrice.

[lilisonna.livejournal.com]

(In the US)

On the First Snowfall

The singing of mice,
Winter snow - the rite begins.
I go back to bed.

[offcntr.livejournal.com]

Istas, a haiku:

Blood seeps into snow
Illuminating a trail
Of high-heeled foot-prints.

(USA)

[anisosynchronic.livejournal.com]

Seanan in the winter,
Has she yet a coat?
Where are mice incrytpid
(Is the coat fur stoat?)

Snowy weather's coming
To Boskone so next week,
Likely will be cold and white
To Californians bleak!

Where's that new book's setting?
Is it someplace cold?
Is it New York City,
Where Verity took hold?

Is it Calfornia
Which normally is warm,
But so far this winter,
The weather's out of form.

Snow in New York City
Or Boston or in Maine
In the midst of winter
Is standard frozen rain.

Snow in Palo Alto
Or San Francisco Bay
Is something quite unusual
And gets in people's way.

Ragnarok's a Norse thing
Their hells all snow and ice,
And so this rotten weather is
A publicity device!

==================
Snowstorm predicted for tomorrow,, five maybe more inches of snow in expected in Boston,and another storm's predicted for this coming weekend. It is highly unlikely that it shall have melted by Thursday of next week (the snow that had been on the ground mostly was gone Sunday, which was up to 50F before it started cooling off again, and there was snow yesterday. )

[rymenhild.livejournal.com]

Here is a vile limerick for the cause. I live in the United States.

A dancer and runner named Verity
Was not sure she wished to inherit the
Price ecological
and cryptozoological
career path, she said with asperity.

[geekhyena.livejournal.com]

I have a sonnet in the making, but I doubt it will be ready for a while, so have some haiku:

Someone is not dead
While their name is remembered.
Prices never die.

Carnage everywhere
Viscera and shredded lace
The scent of winter snow

B5 marathon
and ketchup smoothies; Sarah's
favorite kind of fun!

[thedragonweaver.livejournal.com]

USA

Sarah

It's a scary thing, shaping the world around you.
You'd think it would be easy, yes
To say, This is the way it is, and have it become so.
It should be no surprise that we are mad.
There comes a point when, wingless,
We must soar
or fall
when we step out into nothing.
I read once, in that ancient book
of a tempter, saying,
All of this can be yours,
So long as you worship me.
As metaphors go, it's inexact
but still, I wonder
where is that line
and will I even see it
when it comes time for me to leap,
knowing
that there will never be angels to catch me.

[fatherofdragons.livejournal.com]

I'm in the US, and yes, I wrote a filk -- surely that counts as a poem? I'll give you three guesses as to the tune, and the first two don't count...

We're coming, we're coming, our weird little band,
Adoring incryptids, we do make our stand,
We don't like the Cov'nant because do think
That if you hate dragons you must be a fink!

CHORUS:
Hooray, hooray for bogeymen,
For bogeymen,
For bogeymen!
Hooray, hooray for bogeymen!
That's the song of Incryptid Fandom!

We do not bug waheela 'cause waheela fight back,
And no one can live through a waheela attack.
What is the point when one little spat,
Results in your spleen being worn as a hat?

CHORUS

All three types of gorgons are stranger than these,
And since they're part snakes, they never have fleas.
Oh can you imagine how calm is life's tone,
When door-to-door preachers all turn to stone?

CHORUS

More verses are, of course, possible...

[droolfangrrl.livejournal.com]

ELO Turned to stone, lyrics

The city streets are empty now
(The lights don't shine no more)
And so the songs are way down low
Turning
turning
turning
A sound that flows into my mind
(The echos of the daylight)
Of everything that is alive
In my blue world.

I turn to stone
When your are gone
I turn to stone
Turn to stone when you comin' home
I can't go on
The dying embers of the night
(A fire that slowly fades to dawn)
Still glow upon the wall so bright
Burning
burning
burning
The tired streets that hide away
(From here to ev'rywhere they go)
Roll past my door into the day
In my blue world.

I turn to stone
. . .

Turn to stone
When you're gone
I turn to stone.

Yes
I'm turning to stone
'Cause you ain't comin' home
Why ain't you comin' home
If i'm turning to stone
You've been gone for so long
And I can't carry on
Yes I'm turning
I'm turning

I'm turning to stone
The dancing shadows on the wall
(The two step in the hall)
Are all I see since you've been gor
Turning
turning
turning
Through all I sit here and I wait
(l turn to stone I turn to stone)
you will return again some day
To my blue world

I turn to stone
. . .

Turn to stone when you are gone
I turn to stone I turn to stone
When you are gone I turn to stone
Turn to stone when you comin' home
I can't go on turn to stone
When you are gone I turn to stone.

I'm from the us

[epiphyllums.livejournal.com]

I am US based.

Frances Brown Healy - frightening
Her skill with knives enlightening
Jonathan Healy
Found her appeal-ly
Despite her fondness for fighting

[acelightning.livejournal.com]