not really feeling that bad, but the imagery is cathartic

Various bugs seem to be going round the team at work. I hope that I don't catch any of them; or if I do, that it's over before next Wednesday.

Long meeting tomorrow. Sigh.

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The Wail of Enion

I am made to sow the thistle for wheat, the nettle for a nourishing dainty:
I have planted a false oath in the earth, it has brought forth a Poison Tree:
I have chosen the serpent for a counsellor, and the dog
For a schoolmaster to my children:
I have blotted out from light and living the dove and nightingale,
And I have causèd the earthworm to beg from door to door:
I have taught the thief a secret path into the house of the just:
I have taught pale Artifice to spread his nets upon the morning
My heavens are brass, my earth is iron, my moon a clod of clay,
My sun a pestilence burning at noon, and a vapour of death in night.

-- William Blake

drabble for flemmings -- fog-walking

Title: fog-walking
Requester: flemmings
Series: Dragons, originally from Saiyuki Gaiden
Requested Topic: ...dragons please. Anywhere you like.
Due to http://incandescens.livejournal.com/685692.html


The Thames is thick and slow today, and Gouen finds it unappealing, lacking in the grace and beauty that he expects of a river. But walking alongside it in the fog is pleasant, enjoying the slow burning of the gaslamps and the distant creak of wheels and clatter of hooves. This city of London lacks the elegance of a poem; if it is a dance, then it is a slowly building one, spiralling higher and higher.

But there are no winds here beside the river: only the thick dark water, pouring down towards the sea as he walks beside it.

(No, I don't know what Gouen is doing in Victorian London. He just turned up there.)

Knitted Shunsui

Finally got him finished.

Dratted accessories.

Oof.

Naked Captain of Eighth Division
Sleeping Captain of Eighth Division
Vaguely Upright Captain of Eighth Division
Twin Souls