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Sheepish sonnet

Sheepish sonnet

Young sheep shearers know their muscles gleam
With pungent grease that's covering their skin,
Their shirts are off, down each back a stream
Of sweat, around them blaring din

Of sheep, and clouds of wool that fly
Around their heads, above hysteric sea,
They dim the sun, then rise up to the sky
While below pink bodies kick and flee

Towards the fence, where girls sit, smile and stare
And chat about the strength and speed and skill
Their frocks are short, their legs are dangling bare
Their smiles are wide, their cheering loud and shrill.

The game of shearing and its common ploys:
When boys do sheep, the girls will do

Fallen

Fallen

Making love in the afternoon
Sunbeams piercing clouds of dust
Rising from a rickety sofa
In this cluttered room
Where photos stare at my disgrace
With their dead black eyes
While a plastic gondola
Floats on the waves of yellow lace

If there is a heaven
It will smell of lavander and shoe polish

Falling

Falling

Gritty street under my feet
Suddenly a dancefloor
And all the lights on me

Moving over the hot pavement
My sandals sliding, flying
My fingers entwined with yours

And glaring sun in the sky
The unstoppable beat in my head
Gum wraps stuck to my soles

The evening, the sea wind rising
Drying the sweat on our skin
We still danced on and on

Till the orange blaze of sunset
Slipped away from the rooftops
And I stood in the street alone

Girls and sex

Girls and sex

In their ultra-short mini-skirts
And their enormous furry boots
And tiny lacy tops
Crowded at some sticky bar
Some girls like sex

Or they pretend they do
But they actually prefer their alcohol
Cause it keeps them warm
And some girls like warmness
But some girls don't

I personally never saw the point
In geting wasted on a Friday night
At my own expense
And then giving the rest for free
But some girls like sex

Or they think they do
While they scan the leftovers
At four o'clock in the morning
Some girls think all men are good enough
And some girls don't

I myself like to think
That my method is slightly better

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Aredhelby ~Lena-Hyena

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The sons of Fingolfin were Fingon, who was afterwards King of the Noldor in the north of the world, and Turgon, lord of Gondolin; their sister was Aredhel the White. She was younger in the years of the Eldar than her brothers; and when she was grown to full stature and beauty she was tall and strong, and loved much to ride and hunt in the forests. There she was often in the company of the sons of Fëanor, her kin; but to none was her heart's love given. Ar-Feiniel she was called, the White Lady of the Noldor, for she was pale though her hair was dark, and she was never arrayed but in silver and white.

(Tolkien, The Silmarillion)

!Otherlander Sep 2, 2007

I love her face, she is very beautiful

... The bracelet is very nice too... Aredehel is one of my favourite female elves in The Silmarillion, she has a lot of personality... But for some reason, in Tolkien's woks women with strong personalities often have awful destinies

~Lena-Hyena Sep 4, 2007

Thank you. I agree about her personality.
But it seems to me that women in Tolkien's works have awful destinies in general, regardless of their personalities.

!Otherlander Sep 4, 2007

Guess you're right... And many of the men too

... I know I'm being rude and it's your decision, but you should put this in your main gallery... I mean, I wish my gallery art was as good as your scraps.