I'm gonna be like Emily Dickinson and leave behind a computer full of writing when I die.

As long as we can't sing it all to the tune of "the Yellow Rose of Texas."

Fay, you know about the challenge on B/W shippers, don't you?

(Why, yes, I'm a member of too many groups... is there a 12 Step for me?)

It's a what-if he and not Giles had been her watcher? Of course, my practical sense said "well, he'd have lasted all of one or two days, and then been munched by the nearest vamp", so I kind of changed it a little. Which is to say, just made my AU start after S2.

Because, you know, it made more sense that way.

Burrell, do it do it do it!

Is there a 12-step for me? Yes, probably, but they don't get through much of the meetings because they are pairing off the men in the group.

As long as we can't sing it all to the tune of "the Yellow Rose of Texas."

t pedant In fact, there are plenty of Dickinson poems that you can't sing to "The Yellow Rose of Texas". Example:

I rose -- because He sank --
I thought it would be opposite --
But when his power dropped --
My Soul grew straight.


I cheered my fainting Prince --
I sang firm -- even -- Chants --
I helped his Film -- with Hymn --


And when the Dews drew off
That held his Forehead stiff --
I met him --
Balm to Balm --


I told him Best -- must pass
Through this low Arch of Flesh --
No Casque so brave
It spurn the Grave --


I told him Worlds I knew
Where Emperors grew --
Who recollected us
If we were true --


And so with Thews of Hymn --
And Sinew from within --
And ways I knew not that I knew -- till then --
I lifted Him --

(And anyway, for ABCB quatrains in alternating iambic tetrameter and trimeter, I prefer the Gilligan's Island theme.) t /pedant

(And anyway, for ABCB quatrains in alternating iambic tetrameter and trimeter, I prefer the Gilligan's Island theme.)

I was JUST going to post that!

God, Angus, thanks for reminding me that I will never write like Emily Dickinson. Her best stuff is... it speaks to the dark, achy places in the soul.

Wow, that was some poem.

Ha! I'm now ashamed to admit that I didn't even read it beyond what was necessary to establish the meter (or rather the non-meter). I just copied and pasted it from one of the (several) complete Dickinson archives online. Gotta love that internet!

Now I'd better go back and read the poem.

t edit OK, you're right--what a great poem! (Mind you, a random Dickinson poem is usually a pretty good bet.)

Ple, didn't get a chance to say, but I caught up on the Bitchy Fic last night, and looooooved your story, even though am decidedly NOT seeking out other B/Wes. Want to know what happens next.