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Romeo Montague ([personal profile] withoutverona) wrote in [community profile] fandomhigh2012-05-22 10:22 am

Is Love a Tender Thing?, Tuesday, 5/22

Class met in a standard classroom today, albeit one with a number of phrases scrawled on the backboard. Top to bottom, the students might read:

Let me fill your heart with joy and laughter
Togetherness, well that's all I'm after
Whenever you need me, I'll be there - Jackson 5


i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true) - e.e. cummings


Whatever dies, was not mix'd equally ;
If our two loves be one, or thou and I
Love so alike that none can slacken, none can die.- John Donne


You, Helen, who see the stars
As mistletoe berries burning in a black tree,
You surely, seeing I am a bowl of kisses
Should put your mouth to mine and drink of me.

Helen, you let my kisses steam
Wasteful into the night's black nostrils; drink
Me up, I pray; oh you, who are Night's bacchante,
How can you from my bowl of kisses shrink?
-- D.H. Lawrence


Our song is the slamming screen door
Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window
When we're on the phone and you talk real slow
'Cause it's late and your mama don't know - Taylor Swift


Romeo's eyes sparkled an extra bit as he began to speak from his perch at the front of the classroom. This was, after all, one of his favorite subjects.

"Say you have met the person you wish to woo," he began. "You have been out with them, and it failed to be a disaster in spite of the island's best efforts. A next step might be to show them they are special through poetry."

"Don't laugh or roll your eyes," Dojima added dryly. "It works. Even if you think you're totally immune to silly romantic gestures or things like that, when someone reads you a poem, or presents one they've written about you - and it's good - it can have a startling effect."

"Or even if it's not good, but it came from the heart," Romeo added.

"So today, you're to write a love poem of your own. If you feel you cannot write -- and I believe you can, but we will not force you to -- you may research and find a poem you can imagine sharing with one you love. Song lyrics are a form of poetry, you know."

"Don't just pick something that sounds pretty, pick something that means something to you, or reminds you of him, her, or it. You'll score brownie points if it's clear you mean it," Dojima finished.
suitably_heroic: (dsp: wait what how)

Re: Sign In [5/22]

[personal profile] suitably_heroic 2012-05-22 03:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Atton Rand
myownface: (Hmmmm.)

Re: Sign In [5/22]

[personal profile] myownface 2012-05-22 04:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Sparkle

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[identity profile] godscrankshaft.livejournal.com 2012-05-23 06:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Thomasina Coverly

Re: Assignment: Write Love Poetry [5/22]

[identity profile] catchmeifyoucan.livejournal.com 2012-05-22 02:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Without a particular person in mind to write about, Frank was having a bit of a hard time getting started on a poem or song. It wasn't that he felt he couldn't do it -- actually, on the contrary, he was pretty sure that he could, and he wanted to, but he was having a hard time putting the words together.

So he could be found hunched over a notebook this class period, occasionally humming to himself to sort out a tune for this thing.

"None of the seven wonders / Could ever compare to you -- no, that doesn't sound right..."
suitably_heroic: (lsp: oh you know)

Re: Assignment: Write Love Poetry [5/22]

[personal profile] suitably_heroic 2012-05-22 03:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Atton didn't move from his seat, other than to sink further back into it and make himself comfortable.

Well, okay. He had a book and he was pretending to flick through it, wondering all the while if there was one for 'this is all a crock' poetry or something.
myownface: (Shoe Polish!)

Re: Assignment: Write Love Poetry [5/22]

[personal profile] myownface 2012-05-22 04:21 pm (UTC)(link)
This was... just not Sparkle's strong point. Okay, he could write poetry if he really felt like it, but all in all? His poem started with 'There once was a kid from Parkdale,' and it more or less went downhill from there.

Way, way downhill.

Fast.

Re: Assignment: Write Love Poetry [5/22]

[identity profile] leavingthenest.livejournal.com 2012-05-22 09:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Rapunzel had worked her way through half a dozen pieces of paper with words scribbled out before she finally raised her hand with a frown of consternation.

"This is supposed to be easier if you have someone you're writing for, right?" Or was she just completely awful at poetry in general?

Words never had been her strong suit, really.

Re: Assignment: Write Love Poetry [5/22]

[identity profile] holy-daughter.livejournal.com 2012-05-23 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
Lucrezia chewed on her lower lip, but started scribblng after a few moments. It was only disjointed thoughts, not yet the shape of a poem, but it had to do with Paolo's hands -- calluses forming from where he worked in the stables, yet smooth, and gentle as they caressed her skin. Strong, but soft. Hands which could hold, and guide, and nurture; hands which could thrill against her skin and tease her body into flame; hands that would shape and seek but never beat.

Re: Discuss Love Poetry [5/22]

[identity profile] holy-daughter.livejournal.com 2012-05-23 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
Lucrezia flushed before admitting, "I do like the one about the bowl of kisses. It's rather evocative, isn't it? Love should never sit still. Love ... moves."

Re: Talk to the Teachers + TA [5/22]

[identity profile] dojima-hime.livejournal.com 2012-05-22 03:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Romeo had written dozens of poems for Yurika over the last few years, and no, she's not sick of it yet.

While she's not a poet herself, she can direct you to good books, because Romeo's never minded that she borrows other people's words so long as she's reading them aloud to him.

Re: Talk to the Teachers + TA [5/22]

[identity profile] holy-daughter.livejournal.com 2012-05-23 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
Lucrezia was here. She was, in fact, thinking that she longed to write love letters to Paolo. It was futile. Even if it were not reckless, idiotic, and childish ... Paolo could neither read nor write. A pity.