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Incendiary by Vernon Scannell That one small boy with a face like pallid cheese And burnt-out little eyes could make a blaze As brazen, fierce and huge, as red and gold And zany yellow as the one that spoiled Three thousand guineas' worth of property And crops at Godwin's Farm on Saturday Is frightening---as fact and metaphor: An ordinary match intended for The lighting of a pipe or kitchen fire Misused may set a whole menagerie Of flame-fanged tigers roaring hungrily. And frightening, too, that one small boy should set The sky on fire and choke the stars to heat Such skinny limbs and such a little heart Which would have been content with one warm kiss Had there been anyone to offer this. edit: brainstorming session ahoy! The poem above sounds so much like the destroyer of words o___o And I just learned that incendiary means something capable of causing fire, or an arsonist or something hahah. Anyway I really don't know now to write the part about the destroyer of words. Currently he's supposed to be running away from the villagers because he burned down their library (LOL) and then comes into the cave wounded? Gah what kind of wound should he have. It can't be from burns. And I still can't explain how he gets the power of fire from. Maybe his hatred turned to fire... okay that's just lame, but I'm really stuck at the moment. Then the keeper has to be there to interpret whatever he's trying to say without words... But since words matter so much to her how does she understand? But then no one would be able to understand him. GAH THIS IS TERRIBLE. Okay maybe there's sign language or something... I don't know... And then maybe he's grouchy because of the rain? And they have to go and get some books for him to tear up in that dramatic scene... Wait she has books already. But somehow it got planned for the keeper and the child to go to the graveyard and retrieve the dictionary which is when he finds out she created him... Maybe they go to the village to find medicine to treat the destroyer's wounds? That should be fine, but there should be this long episode where they go from distrust to reluctant trust and all that. After that, what? They live there until his wounds heal? Where do they get the food? I shouldn't drag it longer because it's meant to be short but then I want it to be like 'Hey, his wounds are healed now, we don't need each other anymore so what are we gonna do now?' So maybe I'll just describe it briefly.. There's supposed to be some plants around there they can eat.. Anyway it's only two people and the child can go by himself at night to snag some fear from nightmares. Wait, wouldn't she have to touch him when she treats his wounds? No he can be defensive and all that and insist on treating his own wounds. Hostile, like. Then what prompts him to touch her in the first place... GAH I'M STUCK. Okay maybe she says I guess this is where we part huh then he signs he's just gonna keep on destroying books and because she loves words anyway she tries to convince him not to and he refuses and she cries and since he does care for her he tries to touch her shoulder to comfort her and then GYAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! YOU GUYS BETRAYED MEHHH!!!! Chaos, frustration and despair ensues respectively. ... I think I got it pretty much planned out. Brainstorming works. But now I'm gonna procrastinate and not work on it again. Gah I'm stuck at the part where it meets the keeper but I can't write it because I can't think of a title. J suggested 'Spelling Hope' and I think that's nice but it's weird, because it's not really hope. Saving Words? Keeping the child? Wait what kind of blabber is that. Keeping Words? Since he's made of words anyway. Maybe I shall go with that since my brain is completely empty now. |