The following is from December, 2006, or so (originally a holiday present to Mechaieh). I don’t think I ever posted it here, which made it difficult to find when I wanted it. So this is for posterity.

Bloodstone, Bronze Ribbons, and Bone Roses

I can see you hoarding, dragon-style,
Sitting and sifting mixed treasures through your claws.
Words gleaming red as garnets,
Stones glowing subtle as sonnets.

I can see you working, mason-style,
Fitting the rocks, and building them into a wall
Pinching the edge off a flint,
Smoothing the side of a stanza.

I see stained glass glowing, window-style
Framing the bright bits together in shape of a tale,
Shifting sunlight to sapphire and ruby,
Wreaking rhythms to fire-song and story.

I can hear you singing.

In other news I go home tomorrow! So today is a day of finishing up and packing up and so on. Tonight I will ship a box, tomorrow I’ll row and then drop off the bag of stuff I leave in Rudder’s office. (It contains rowing gear so has to wait until the last minute. And I can’t get too sweaty! That’s not such a problem, though, because only my long-sleeved shirt stays and it will probably be warm enough to take that off.) Here’s hoping my trip home is easier than Rudder’s 40-hour ordeal.