The kettle hums and whistles as it sings
Of unborn civilisations soon to die.
Those sepia worlds of sodden, soaking things
That spill their innards into spoiling sky.
A thousand fractal eddies writhed and roiled,
A million possibilities emerged
A click and silence, as the water boiled
And from the metal juggernaut it surged.
The teabag peoples were a valiant race,
Who fought and struggled bravely to the last
But under piping onslaught, met disgrace
And bled brown blood to stain the china glass.
If only those immortal Gods could see,
The universes sundered for their tea.
This is a sonnet I wrote for the JoshCrisp 20 Minute Poetry Challenge. I was set the title, and this happened. As ever, feedback is welcome on twitter @SellPen.
Soon I was having tea with a ninja and talking about magic in a disused gym. Standard. I was sat on an exercise bench, and Kim was leaning against the ropes of a boxing ring that had seen better days.
“Start talking.” I said, trying for forceful, which is hard to pull off when your tea cup has My Little Pony stickers on it. Continue reading “Banisher 06”
I ignored Ra’ul’s ominous departure. I wasn’t going to be put out by a six-inch Djinni who nibbled on briquettes. I pulled the kitchen table back into place and swept up the charcoal on the floor. Summoning Djinni leaves a mess. I decided that scrubbing the chalk off the floor could wait, since it might actually be useful to have a circle pre-made in the house. I left for milk and toilet paper, and came back with a box of doughnuts and twenty mini cookies. Picture of health, me. Yes, I know junk food will kill you, but so will fighting Nightmares for a living. Let’s see which does me in first. Continue reading “Banisher 05”
Lewes was in many ways a bust. We came back with more questions than vampires. Typically, this is a win, but Jess was annoyed that we’d let the Elder Vampire get away. She stormed off as soon as we got back into Brighton, taking half of the money and swearing that she’d help me finish the job just as soon as her show’s opening night was out of the way. At least one of us had our priorities straight. As for me, I counted us both lucky. We dusted a minor vamp, and then almost got whacked by the Nightmare of Lewes castle, which sounded like a Nancy Drew manuscript. One that got rejected because it turns out that the mystery creature in the castle was an elder vampire with killer dress sense that Nancy Drew is frankly ill-equipped to deal with. It wasn’t her that worried me, though. She was just a vampire, and we could find her and be better prepared. At least Vampires I knew how to kill. No, what worried me was the Shade she had with her. It gave me all kinds of bad feelings, and I went to sleep still running its words over in my head.
(Computer problems mean that Banisher 03 is temporarily missing, sorry. In it, Nathan and Jess found and killed Simon the Vampire Accountant and then went toe-to-toe with a scary Elder Vampire lady and her weird shadow-demon thing. No-one died and the Elder Vamp escaped. Now you’re all caught up -SellPen.) Continue reading “Banisher 04”
I’ll try and have another challenge piece up for tomorrow, but it’s late and I’m super busy and I want to put something up for today, so here it is: a form poem comprised of three limericks about war. Enjoy 🙂 Continue reading “How we won”
The challenge today comes from @Nathan Redland and is about a Barbarian. This was the brief:
Challenge accepted! Continue reading “Challenge #8. Barbarian Drama”
I picked up Jess on the way to Beverly’s house. Jess was my partner-in-crime and fellow witch-hunter. She was a Director by actual profession and worked in theatres all the time. As such, she was pulling in only slightly less money than my unemployed self. She was a Seer, like me, and a wonderful creative individual with many talents, unlike me. She was also just the best at fighting Nightmares. I once saw her punch a ghost so hard it imploded. I don’t even know how that works, but it did. Ectoplasm everywhere. Continue reading “Banisher 02”