He spends four evenings just standing at the window and looking up into the night sky.

[momebie]

Original Fiction.
290 words.

It's always the love that does Them
in. How unlike humans They are,
is what They tell Themselves in Their day
to day business. And They're right. They are
as unlike humans as a thing can get.

Humans are made out of clay. Out of necessity
their minds and bodies are malleable.
They need things. Greed. Fear. Lust
for a more permanent state of being. Time pushes
them along, pulls the strings in a way that God does not
care to do. His wisdom is in distraction.

They are made of fire. They burn
and hurtle through empty space, even as They are
standing still. They do not make Themselves known
to the humans because the humans already know too much.
The humans know of the Morning Star who forsake them.

Burning. Bringing light, They climb in His estimation.
They claw against each Other, dodging the human
emotions that are strewn about the cutting room floor.
They rise, until all that's left to reach for is love.
The one thing to which They are not immune.

He made it in Their image and, not knowing what to do
with it They let it weigh them down. They come crashing
back again, feathers singed with tar. They feel it this time.
They crawl. They carve out a place for themselves in the world.
In having a place they suddenly have bodies. Suddenly Are.

Being is too much. They reach up again, jump, scramble
for purpose. When They look at the stars They look on
them with the love that They can't clean off. It sticks
to everything and reminds Them that They have bodies.
The stars don't. The stars merely burn. But They—

are through with burning.


Ugh. I am so fucking nervous about this. You never learn unless you try though, right? I'm blaming it partially on pocky_slash, who threw out the writing chat prompt that generated the ficlet that turned into this. This entry was written for Topic 10: Icarus at therealljidol. All comments and questions are welcome.

Comments

[meridianrising.livejournal.com]

i LOVE this so much! Seriously, don't know why you are nervous...i'm in awe of your words! ♥

[momebie.livejournal.com]

Thanks so much hon. *clings*

[belgatherial.livejournal.com]

I really enjoyed this. Gamble worked, in my opinion. ;)

[momebie.livejournal.com]

I'm really very glad that you think so! I'm trying to make myself learn about poetry since I never really feel like I have a grasp on it.

[admiral]

Ooh, that was lovely! You shouldn't be nervous at all. :D

[momebie.livejournal.com]

Thanks hon. ♥

[matthewbowers.livejournal.com]

This is pretty awesome! Love the imagery.

[momebie.livejournal.com]

MATT. WHY DOES POETRY EMBARRASS ME SO MUCH? IT'S NOT EVEN ABOUT ~FEELINGS. Each little line break is another grey hair waiting to happen.

But thank you. I'm glad it didn't give you the motts like I assumed it would. :p

[kyasuriin.livejournal.com]

♥ _______ ♥

srsly. in love.

[momebie.livejournal.com]

I seriously love your face. That is not even a clever ploy to deflect! ♥

[tentaclecore]

This seriously reads like something from a publication full of Eliot and Cummings, et al. Brava, hon! Excellent work ♥

[momebie.livejournal.com]

Thank you dear. You know, I really ought to read more Eliot and Cummings. Most of the poetry I do read is really kind of rambly. I'd probably get better at the poetry thing if I paid more attention to poems written by people who aren't Charles Bukowski. >.>

[laetificat.livejournal.com]

That's really great.

[momebie.livejournal.com]

Thanks, hon!

[basric.livejournal.com]

You have a beautiful way with words. Beautifully written.

[momebie.livejournal.com]

Thank you very much.

[seratonation.livejournal.com]

you have nothing to be nervous about! that was beautiful! and it gets better with every read through (lol coz i am not used to reading poems)

[momebie.livejournal.com]

I am also not used to reading poems! You are not alone! But thank you.

[theemdash]

I will admit, I wasn't fully on board through the first two stanzas, but by the final stanzas I wanted to subscribe to your newsletter. I actually think me not being fully on board was good, because you actually took me on the falling with them.

(Poetry is terrifying.)

[momebie.livejournal.com]

IT'S BECAUSE MY CLEVER PANTS ARE SO CLEVER. Or something *shifty eyes*

(Ugh. It's all...clompy an full of movement. Why can't the words just stay where I put them?)

In other clever ways of deflecting attention! Last night for the Writer Chat Thingy I did some steampunk. It's Derek looking for James in the wreckage of Jon's zeppelin, if you're curious (http://pocky-slash.livejournal.com/1501689.html?thread=8416761#t8416761).

[lady-ganesh.livejournal.com]

Nice!

[momebie.livejournal.com]

Thanks, ma'am!

[lawchicky.livejournal.com]

Great job!

[momebie.livejournal.com]

Thank you very much.

[canellaphile.livejournal.com]

I kinda sorta LOVED THIS A LOT.

[momebie.livejournal.com]

Thank you. I kind of sort of APPRECIATE YOU A LOT. ♥

[redvelvetgrrl.livejournal.com]

Very beautifully written. I'm glad you put it out there for us to read!

[momebie.livejournal.com]

Thank you. I'm trying to learn to let go of things rather than obsessing over them, so I'm doubly glad to have you guys out there to put it out for.

[similiesslip.livejournal.com]

Oh my goodness, this was lovely! Brought tears to my eyes.

I especially liked these lines:

He made it in Their image and, not knowing what to do
with it They let it weigh them down. They come crashing
back again, feathers singed with tar. They feel it this time.

Wow!

[momebie.livejournal.com]

I don't quite know how to articulate how much I appreciate your comment, so thank you, a hundred times. ♥

[locknkey.livejournal.com]

I don't have any deep comments, but I do know that this is something I will keep thinking about and trying to figure out. On initial read i find it interesting that what sticks with me rather than the Icarus metaphor is that when weihged down by love - something humans exalt - they become closer to something they consider beneath them. *ponders*

[momebie.livejournal.com]

That is an interesting thing to take away from it. I don't see humans as being beneath them so much as just Other to them, but I understand where that came from. And of course, they as characters do tend to find humans beneath them when I write them. Though, in the short story this kind of preludes, the one fallen angel does learn that that's not necessarily the case. Not that you were meant to know that, I just liked how what you pulled out correlates to what my plans were. ♥

[earlofcardigans.livejournal.com]

oh honey. I know you were having a terrifying time of the poetry, but this was actually really well done and it still sounded like you and still had such a purpose.

Everyday you write something is another day that I'm excited to be your friend.

[momebie.livejournal.com]

The fact that it sounds like me is probably the best news. As of course, is the fact that you're made of so much awesome that I don't know how the universe handles it. Thank you for reading it, hon. And for leaving a comment that left me pretty much speechless for an hour. ♥

[earlofcardigans.livejournal.com]

Well that wasn't my intention. I like when you ramble. :D But you are very welcome. I look forward to more poetry attempts from you.

[earlofcardigans.livejournal.com]

SCREW YOU, LJ! MY COMMENT IS RIGHT THERE! RIGHT THEREEEEE.

[momebie.livejournal.com]

Weirdly, all of your comments showed up in my e-mail for meeeee! I am selfish, though. Keep commenting! Also, keep using that Bobby icon. It is kind of hilarious.

[earlofcardigans.livejournal.com]

I have roughly 4978291 icons and forget sometimes that I have that Bobbyface. I miss Bobby.

[michikatinski.livejournal.com]

I think your poem is awesome, I think there should be more poetry in LJ Idol, and I'm definitely throwing in my vote for you. The vote is as much for your bravery in putting your passion out there as it is for your skill in writing. Kudos on both counts!!!

[momebie.livejournal.com]

Thank you very much for doing that. I'm learning, you know? Which is sometimes daunting, but always exciting. I'm glad to have you hear with me while I do it.

[sweeny-todd.livejournal.com]

this was great to read.

[momebie.livejournal.com]

Thank you much!

[imafarmgirl.livejournal.com]

I like it but I'm confused as to who "they" are?

[momebie.livejournal.com]

They, with the capital T are the angels! But thank you.