chipperYou all know that I adore structured poetry, from the haiku to the virelai. (Actually, that's a lie; I abhor the virelai. But I respect people who actually enjoy writing them.) You also know that you're a pretty creative lot. So here: the gates are thrown open! Write me a structured poem about Rosemary and Rue. Since you haven't read the book, it can be about anything from what you think it's going to be about to pre-ordering to how much you want a copy—whatever makes you happy. Any structured form is allowed, as long as you can tell me what it is when asked.
Entries will be taken through the end of the week. Then, next Monday, I'll put up a voting post, and let people vote for their favorites. The winner will receive, naturally, a copy of Rosemary and Rue. Just in case that's not sufficient incentive, there will also be a prize for participation—just entering a poem will enter you in a random number drawing for a signed cover flat. I don't have very many of these, so this is something pretty spiffy for you to stick on your wall.
Game on!
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May 14 2009, 01:27:10 UTC 8 years ago
and to me, Rosemary and Rue
are some kind of spice
but free books are nice
So may I please enter this too?
May 14 2009, 02:23:00 UTC 8 years ago
"The Fae and undead are here--come on,
You all want to know
how the book's going to go--
So pre-order yours now at Amazon!"
May 14 2009, 12:46:24 UTC 8 years ago
Rosemary’s for remembrance so they say,
My lack of memory seems to agree
For I have not that herb near to me
Finding instead that I must rue the day
Forgetting which dragons I’m meant to slay
And which ones I did mean to set free;
Perhaps tis best that I just let it be,
Not find myself tempted into the fray.
For memory is fleeting, but does return
In moments that one truly feels the need
and awaits it to come in its own time.
And though returning memories do burn
The dragons of the past shall plant the seed
From which the autumn roses will climb.
Shoulda stuck with the limerick. heh.
May 14 2009, 14:23:00 UTC 8 years ago
A note on the dilemma I now face
For I am both your reader and your friend
And these two form one rock and one hard place
The fanboy in me craves the precious ARC
The chance to be among the lucky few
To quickly meet the children of your spark
October Daye and Rosemary and Rue
But publishing lives by a simple law
It's sales that make a writer rise or crash
To aid your standing with the folks at DAW
I'd much prefer to spend a little cash
And so, with all that said, let me make clear
That this is not a contest entry, dear
:-)
May 14 2009, 17:05:44 UTC 8 years ago
Changelings and mystery in
The long cold nights
Of a world where the magic and mundane
Be side-by-side and intertwined, for
Ever do I wish to
Read this novel, but alas, I
Do not yet have it because it
Arrives on September 1st, 2009.
You should preorder it.
Everyone should.
It's a silly acrostic, and it amuses me. I'm looking forward to being able to lend this book to people who don't know of you yet, after it comes out!
Happy pending Book Day!
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May 14 2009, 20:06:35 UTC 8 years ago
the title Rosemary and Rue
within its pages October's story
and adventures wild and true
The title Rosemary and Rue
herbs and rememberances indeed
within its pages October's story
who else would plant such a seed
Herbs and rememberances indeed
forgotten fall days so long ago
who else would plant such a seed
and whisper forbidden sins too
Forgotten fall days so long ago
within its pages October's story
who else would plant such a seed
the magical book, it calls to me
Poetry purists would kill me for this, but I actually kind of like it.
May 15 2009, 22:10:38 UTC 8 years ago
I don't know jack about it
But, yeah, I'll read it.
May 15 2009, 22:39:35 UTC 8 years ago
Fresh paper and ink have a perfume
It brings faerie worlds to my view
Where the words weave alone at Tale's loom
Shall the scent be of "Rosemary and Rue"
May 16 2009, 00:26:09 UTC 8 years ago
Rosemary and Rue
Rosemary remembers, and rue for regret
For the piece of my soul torn away.
My despair and salvation in half mortal get
For a changeling, no refuge in Fae.
The road of the hunted is weary and long
There’s no rest at the end of the day
Halfbreed and half crippled, but by God, I’m still strong
This changeling is no easy prey.
The debt they collected, the life of a friend
Only rage keeps my sorrow at bay.
By the Fae I rejected, I swear in the end
They will rue this October Daye.
May 16 2009, 14:38:45 UTC 8 years ago
VogonShakespearean sonnet.May 16 2009, 19:30:47 UTC 8 years ago
But, then, here it is.
October is far
Lonely, empty my bookshelf
and time slowly goes by
Rosemary and Rue
May 16 2009, 19:35:38 UTC 8 years ago
of your new Rosemary and Rue
It would make me all be-boppy.
And it would be my due.
So please vote
for my rhyme
It's all I wrote
at the time.
You know I want it.
And it doesn't cost a dime.
So vote a little bit.
It won't be a crime.
Dottie :)
May 17 2009, 01:34:38 UTC 8 years ago
Your cats are cute and full of fluff
The writing's done, the book is sold
September can't come soon enough
Our heroine is strong and tough
Our writer witty, bright and bold
Your cats are cute and full of fluff
The cover's surely up to snuff
No bimbo in a bra of gold
September can't come soon enough
Copies in a box and stuff
Underneath felines (I lol'd)
Your cats are cute and full of fluff
Toby Daye just won't take guff
Even in a pond that's cold
September can't come soon enough
I hope this poem is enough
To give me a copy to behold
Your cats are cute and full of fluff
September can't come soon enough.
contest entry
May 17 2009, 12:23:20 UTC 8 years ago
I cannot resist the the game
Seanan has made.
wince! :^)
please count me in
gaby317nyc AT gmail DOT com
May 17 2009, 17:40:24 UTC 8 years ago
of ARCs, but I require
MOAR BOOKS and I say
I want Toby Daye
By author Seanan McGuire.
(file under: you know you've been working at Borders too long when ... )
May 17 2009, 20:21:05 UTC 8 years ago
The witch of November came early for October.
Her curse bound through life's blood,
a cord impossible to cut.
She'd have her killer's name aloud
Before this door would shut.
Sometimes Samhain doesn't count the seasons
when it decides to arrive at your door.
Sometimes Justice doesn't ask your leave
When it demands you keep its score.
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