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Why yes, I am quite nerdy. Bless you for noticing.


I don’t own any Nintendo characters, bien sûr. If you saw my current car, you’d believe it. I’m just borrowing them for a short poem.

A Song of Smash Brothers

Mario arrives with friends aplenty:
Princesses Peach and Zelda, Luigi,
Fox and Bowser, Captain Falcon, Yoshi,
Donkey Kong and Pikachu, Ness and Link,
And many more besides. All together
They are brawlers in an endless battle.
Hear the players’ call: choose your character.

(C) Bridget Noonan, 2012.

So I’m trying (and maybe failing) to get iambic pentameter. I think the stresses fall weird here.
Mostly this is an excuse to geek out. Keep an eye out for maybe Dungeons and Dragons poetry in the future. Or Star Wars, or Star Trek, or other awesome things of this nature. You may remember that I enjoy writing about this nerdy stuff.

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Inside the Mind, Beyond the Stars


Well, this is no stranger than anything else I’ve posted this week. And I rather like it.

Inside the Mind, Beyond the Stars

The other night, I took a canoe trip
Through the Milky Way. My companions were
A Fox made of red flame, and a Spider’s laugh.
A journey with neither beginning nor end,
We paddled over shimmering green fields
Where deer leapt over clear waters, and
Wildflowers waved in our wake.
We travelled over great seas, the waters
Deep blue-black, a mirror of the sky.
A journey apart from time and space as I knew it;
I met an infinite variety of faces, and souls,
None of them strangers to my eye upon first meeting.
They live in me, and I in them, in that stream
Of brilliant stars. I could only stare in wonder
As parts of me danced in starlight, or ran
With the deer as I paddled ever onward.
The fox stood in the bow of my craft,
Eyes reflecting millions of points of light.
I steered past gates of silver and gold,
Entrances to hundreds of new worlds, and
I wondered where my destination could lie.
As soon as I thought it, the spider whispered
That I could go anywhere, be anything,
In this place. So I cast aside my paddle,
Launched out of my canoe, and soared
In the likeness of a bird. The fox smiled,
And with a flick of his tail winked out of my sight.
What rapture, flight! I spiralled up and out,
Earthbound no more, and knew in that moment
That I was in every thing, and in no thing;
In all points of light, and the enveloping darkness.

© Bridget Noonan, 2011.

I’m working on a bout-rime right now; it’s not going as well as I had hoped. Dammit, what masochist decided that sonnets had to be so structured?

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