 |
 |
| Feminism Rules Bit! |
| Carol Ann Duffy + Lord of the Rings = a perfect synthesis!
Mrs Aragorn He has that wild look in his eyes again. The sun has just set on a wonderful evening, the wicker basket lays now bare on the trampled grass. He is sniffing the air, ear to the ground, tasting the mud. I've warned him about it all before, I meet a dog walker's awkward stare. Two empty wine glasses lie on the ground before us, I pick one up, toying with it. He is up now, hand on the hilt, chest out, eyes scouring, his flowing hair blowing dramatically in the lazy evening wind. Such a queen. I fall back into the soft green grasses; they play at the soles of my bare feet. It is a light touch, a lover's touch, and one I miss sorely. Things were exhilarating before, although the swords were a problem at first. But I moulded to him, I embraced him in every way and softened his hard edges. I dropped him off at his "meetings", sewed up the rips in his shirts, and wrote letters of apology when he trampled next door's poinsettia. He called me his steed, his blade and his shield. He has a new love now, some kind of ugly midget with a ring. And so the beautiful evenings atmosphere lies in a similar state to our beautiful supper, dispersed, in crumbs. Those crumbs catch in the breeze and scamper playfully away down the hill. I feel I should chase after them, savour everything from tonight but they would only slip through my thin fingers. I was devoted to him, I'd have followed him to the ends of the earth, I'd have even followed him to this bloody Mordor place if I had to. He begins to run My words catch him, arrows that stop him dead mid-stride. I slept with Legolas you know. hee hee, silly legoland |
 |
 |
 |
| click "Duffeh" to see special bonus cartoon 1! |
| click "Ara-knob" to see special bonus cartoon 2! |
 |