#28 days 28 poems

[pyrrhicallyspeaking]

Pisces, and They Who Pursued

Tiny little ships cresting along waters murky, crimson rivulets like ribbons wrapped around gifts of broken bodies, men

The golden eye of God sleeps behind curtains of weeping grey his holy angels trade trumpets for crashing cymbals and drums

Sea shanties drown in sailors' salted throats shut tighter than white knuckles rubbed raw on rough ropes snapping

The virgin temptresses with emerald skin and ruby eyes gold breasts and copper lips cast nets over lust and greed

Calloused hands and sunburnt skin, tangled braids and scratchy beards, wizened men and bloodshot eyes pay their currency in words

Barking and braying and bleating wilde-children of a prideful land what are fangs if not their own what is hunting if not their sport

Tiny little shipmen sinking, their teeth ripped out, their larynxes expelled the song of the sea, to never touch a siren's hand with a tallowed grip

[punchitmrsulu]

This is a photo of Cillian Murphy in the set of 28 Years Later. So, the zombie might not be Jim after all, which is a huge relief for me!

However, he could still be the zombie because this could also just be a flashback showing how he became the zombie. I’m hoping not but we can’t know for sure yet.

And I’m still very worried about what happened to Selena and Hannah.

[kirk-hammett-bl0g]

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[austin-friars]

[hersurvival]

Lain in plain sight,

Nothing more than another rock

Left in the grass.

As the first, I was immediately left

For the following clutch.

Mother would feign injuries,

Not to protect us,

But because she thrived on attention.

It's unfair to say father was inattentive,

However it felt as if he were always

75 feet away, physically distant.

27, never made a sound,

But I shout, "kill deer, kill deer."

"See me, see me."

@nosebleedclub June 17th - Killdeer

[bluebellhairpin]

Watching the 28 Years Later trailer and hearing the Boots poem? Freaky as FUCK. I have to watch these movies now.

[cowboylikeyouu]

just saw the 28 years later trailer in theaters idk if the chills i got will ever go away again

[lemonlilactea]

This is a me issue and maybe also bc I'm high

I know this is dumb but I'm gonna go off anyway

So the 28 days/weeks/years franchise right. The zombies aren't ZOMBIES they're humans affected by a rage virus that makes them behave as zombie-like

And the recent trailer with the Boots poem which is about war and the madness that comes with it and the inability to truly leave it

And PEOPLE ARE NOT? SEEING A CONNECTION HERE? THEYRE NOT SEEING they're still stuck on oh it's not zombies it's just a rage virus

what do u mean JUST. Just??? Just rage uncontrolled by normal human limitation? Just violence and blood and War. Like

Idk I feel A little crazy over this movie and I didn't expect to?

[ksadvent]

Already Day 28? clings to December

I can't believe December is almost over!! Day 28 brings you a fic and a poem.

Title: maybe it's much too early in the game

Author: LieutenantDru

Fandom: Star Trek: Strange New Worlds Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Words: 907

Summary: Jim smiled. "So, what are you doing New Year's Eve?"

"That's today," Spock said. "For a few minutes longer."

"But what are you doing tonight?" Jim said. There was some kind of answer that he was looking for, some hidden layer to his question that Spock didn't understand.

In response to a prompt by gunstreet.

Title: dance with me by the fireside

Author: USS_Queertastic

Fandom: Star Trek: The Original Series, Star Trek: The Original Series (Movies) Rating: General Audiences Words: 66

Summary: With the backdrop of a quiet winter moment, basking in the afterglow, Spock invites Jim to slow dance by the fireside taking him in, in every sense. In response to a prompt by gunstreet.

[alliwanttodoiscollectpoetry]

My letters! all dead paper, ... mute and white ! —

And yet they seem alive and quivering

Against my tremulous hands which loose the string

And let them drop down on my knee to-night.

This said, ... he wished to have me in his sight

Once, as a friend: this fixed a day in spring

To come and touch my hand ... a simple thing,

Yet I wept for it! — this, ... the paper's light ...

Said, Dear, I love thee; and I sank and quailed

As if God's future thundered on my past.

This said, I am thine — and so its ink has paled

With lying at my heart that beat too fast.

And this ... O Love, thy words have ill availed,

If, what this said, I dared repeat at last!

Elizabeth Barrett Browning - Sonnet 28

[pyrrhicallyspeaking]

If Only We Knew How Shallow These Rivers Were

Let us build bridges this time the olive branches now trees we catch up with the seasons the flags we raise are white

Let us build bridges once more weary cobblestone sighs in grey there is so much to be traded may these new lines aid us so

Let us build bridges over these rivers below run a muddy brown the cracks can always be filled our wits allay these little fears

Let us build bridges together it is odd, is it not, that even now our builders never saw each other working under black moon's smile

Let us build bridges for once the kind made by two pairs of steady hands flushed pink eager to finally tread the path

Architects of a certain promise we always forget to let ourselves enjoy the labors of connection come, let us finally stop building

Finally, we walk on these bridges

[bebebisous33]

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[captainpirateface]

[scretladyspider]

Seven—six—eleven—five—nine-an'-twenty mile to-day —

Four—eleven—seventeen—thirty-two the day before —

(Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin' up an' down again!)

There's no discharge in the war!

Don't—don't—don't—don't—look at what's in front of you.

(Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin' up an' down again);

Men—men—men—men—men go mad with watchin' em,

An' there's no discharge in the war!

If—your—eyes—drop—they will get atop o' you!

(Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin' up an' down again) —

There's no discharge in the war!

Try—try—try—try—to think o' something different —

Oh—my—God—keep—me from goin' lunatic!

(Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin' up an' down again!)

There's no discharge in the war!

-excerpts from “Boots”, written in by Rudyard Kipling, published in 1903, as read by Taylor Holmes, recorded in 1915 (the trailer does not utilize the full poem)

28 years later trailer

He's in it more than I expected honestly