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lyredenfers ([personal profile] fenella) wrote2005-07-31 10:45 pm
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fresh drabble, come and get it!


Three months ago, on the eleventh of May,
Fenella Melford saw to end her writer’s block, but in one way.
The “drabble/ficlet” challenge on livejournal she did post,
unwittingly committing herself to face many a proverbial ghost.

[livejournal.com profile] wottie to Fenella’s dismay,
wanted Post SOTL Alanna, in any place, time or day.
So Fenella set out to write,
Alack, what a horrible night.

Fenella, did this first drabble destest,
and was loathe to do the rest.
So she sent it to Sally for review,
after which, a battle did ensue.

Take out those commas, wench! Said the elder,
Over my dead body! Fenella yelled back at her.
And so the threats did fly
through the night, by and by.

Tearfully, Fenella changed her punctuation
whilst Sally did grin with much anticipation.
But one fair comma doth remain,
a wonderous gem amongst the grain.

And now to you, Fenella does bestow
the first one of many drabbles to go.
Alanna’s White Wedding begins the trail,
matrimony for all – great, cynical or frail.

Two more things, Fenella has to say –
click on [livejournal.com profile] ochre54 and go that way.
For Sally hast written some Tristan the Tree
much to everyone’s absolute glee.

And finally, all you need is love, Fenella usually does preach
but not for these drabbles, so be a peach –
become a cynic, denounce the heart and reject all traces of
that beautiful, treacherous thing called Love.

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Alanna, White Wedding
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The diamond ring was real, at least.

And her dress was white, for her alone
Although her affairs were kitchen hearsay.

From insult to injury, daisies adorned the chapel –
Off season, gifts from the royal gardens.

Innocence. Fake.

Sir Myles walked her through the chapel;
He was after all her father,
adopted.

Friends, family, honoured guests;
their smiles were, so very, insincere.

And had she given it any thought, Alanna would have noticed that the priest looked
oddly familiar.

She didn’t, though; give the priest any thought.
Preoccupied and uncertain –
the love wasn’t quite for real and neither was she.

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♥ Fenella

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