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sovay ([personal profile] sovay) wrote2008-03-03 12:05 pm

My mother sent me out one day to gather cockles from the sea

My poem "Bonny Fisher Boy," written for [livejournal.com profile] seajules, is now online at Scheherezade's Bequest, the online counterpart of Cabinet des Fées. It's a small jewel of a journal. This issue, there are gorgeous pieces by Patricia Russo, Alison Lowery, and [livejournal.com profile] upstart_crow, too, among others.

[identity profile] cucumberseed.livejournal.com 2008-03-03 04:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah, wonderful. I love that one.

[identity profile] yukihada.livejournal.com 2008-03-03 05:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Lovely poem. *Actually it squeezes my heart at the end.*

Perhaps this is due to that long-standing crush on Kir from Patricia McKillip's The Changeling Sea.

[identity profile] tithenai.livejournal.com 2008-03-03 05:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, wow. That's stunning.
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[personal profile] eredien 2008-03-03 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
That's lovely, and also led me to a new bunch of book recommendations of fiction and non-fiction. Thanks!

[identity profile] clarionj.livejournal.com 2008-03-04 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, lovely. What a beautiful way to end my night. (Even better if I could dream these images tonight!)

Bonny Fisher Boy

[identity profile] asakiyume.livejournal.com 2008-03-08 12:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Just lovely. I was scrolling through your journal just now, because I wanted to rediscover the name of a movie you talked about, and I decided to click on the link, because I hadn't read it when first you put up this entry.

It quite took my breath away. I lingered on it, then I copied it down (with your name on it, of course) to save, so I could read it again and again.

It's most beautiful love poem I've read in, oh, quite some time, anyway. And it captures the flash and depth of the sea, too.
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[personal profile] seajules 2008-03-28 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
I have been reading it daily since you announced it was up. I meant to tell you sooner, but kept getting distracted by going to read it again. It still squeezes my heart and steals my breath like an undercurrent.