fandomhigh | Creative Writing: Poetry, Lesson Eight

[Professor Chaucer is again sitting quietly at his desk. He looks pretty much the same as he did yesterday, although possibly a little more worn.]

Welcome to your final poetry class of the term. I want to tell all of you how much I've enjoyed this class. Teaching it has been an incredible experience, and you have all been a joy to get to know. I wish you all well during your holiday and with whatever you move on to next term.

[Final Project] Please present your sestina to the class, and then hand in the written copy before leaving today. Final grades will be posted tonight.

[OOC: I'm against a deadline, folks. I need your projects posted here no later than midnight tonight EST. Grades will go up at some ungodly hour after that. It's been fun, guys! Thank you!]

FINAL GRADES for Creative Writing: Poetry

leeadama: A+

lisacuddy: A

scissors__: A

chasingangela: A+

the4thsister: A+

positive_angel: B-

rory__gilmore: C+

death_n_binky: A-

ihatedenmark: A

swerval_zero: A-

kikidelivers: A+

sheltered_texan: A

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[Hee, OOC has totally gone IG here! ;D ]

I had to change "hot" to "flame" to get it to work, (the note reads) I hope you don't mind! Enjoy. Happy Christmas, -Kiki ^-^

Under this is written the following:

For Sawyer

This passion in my heart is stubborn,
A burning fire and my soul to flame
That my every other thought is jealous
Of my devotion to this complete jackass,
This marvelous man with accent southern,
It fills my every nerve and muscle.

Struggle? Why? Exert my muscle
And waste my strength in stupid, stubborn
Resistance against his charm - his southern
Charm that glows like gentle flame
Hiding the fact that he’s a jackass
And then stare with eyes jealous?

Such would be folly, let those jealous
Selfish feelings then live in the muscle
Of my heart, for he, this jackass,
He is mine. I am stubborn
In my adoration, in my flame
The force that pulls me southern.

And he! He that is sweetly southern
He is like me, and savagely jealous.
I see in his eyes that same flaring flame
The passion in his sinew and muscle,
The force and the fight both stubborn
So well he deserves the epithet "jackass!"

Indeed, he can be a jackass.
Stuck in his macho southern
Ways, never budging, but stubborn
And bitter even with his jealous
Feelings that transfer to his muscle
With the speed of a racing flame.

That kindling, rising, racing flame
Mixing my heart with that of this jackass
Down to the very fibers of the muscle
That would unite a witchly girl and southern
Boy, and forever for each other jealous
And just as equally stubborn.

So burn, flame! I relish this southern
Passion for a jackass, give me his jealous
Love and muscle, forever together and stubborn.

Paige looks a little confused for a moment but as she continues to read the note she grins widely and starts to laugh a lot.

This was quite possibly the best Christmas present ever.

Having given up on being sneaky and subtle now she stands up and hugs Kiki, "I love you, thank you so much!"

((*goes to look for the engagement ring!*))

Kiki blushes - so much for sneaky! - and grins, returning Paige's hug. "I'm glad you like it," she laughs. "That list of words really wasn't very easy to work with!"

"Pretty much like the man himself then!" she replies

[ooc: *pokes* *pokepoke* Um.... ohhhh hell, I think I killed him! Gaaah! ;D]

((damn it you killed the love of my life! *remembers I can heal* *heals*))

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