FIC Torchwood poem: Jack's Pick...

[fajrdrako]

fatchickengirl challenged damalan to write a short piece of Torchwood poetry of eight syllables per line. His poem, End of Days, is here.

I couldn't resist doing the same, with my own 'constraint'. fatchickengirl and damalan were okay with that. Seems to me this form of poetic drabble ficlet thingummy should have a name of its own.

And strangely enough, mine is a Jack/Gwen piece. Have I written any of those before? I don't think so, but I've thought about it.


Jack's Pick

Gwen Cooper, Cardiff constable,
Was chosen by Jack, who liked her
Energetic intuition.
Not hard on the eyes, either. Good.

Courageous, mouthy, reckless, cute.
Only in the gun room, hot breath
On warm skin, a lesson in touch,
Pure sensuality, teasing
Erotic thoughts and bone-deep needs.
Resist. Retreat. Don't let this drift.

~ ~ ~

Comments

[fajrdrako.livejournal.com]

The challenge is what makes it fun. And which makes it so clear that some words (regardless of length) are the wrong ones, while other words fit perfectly.

[damalan.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it's a much more subtle challenge than it looks at first glance. It really is poetry. Perhaps that explains why the choice of words is more intuition than perspiration.

[fajrdrako.livejournal.com]

And a certain degree of perplexity and frustration.... In a good way.

[damalan.livejournal.com]

LOL! Indeed. That's why I think speed can help. To avoid over-thinking it.

[fajrdrako.livejournal.com]

Speed? Good point. Add that to the list of uses for a stopwatch.

[misskiwi333.livejournal.com]

lol. You said stopwatch.
*hides*

[fajrdrako.livejournal.com]

I like stopwatches. Really.

[damalan.livejournal.com]

You know, it's easy to imagine Jack writing love poetry... :)

[fajrdrako.livejournal.com]

It is.