Thank you very much, my dear <3
She guides them both back to her shelter, draws them inexorably home (together).
She'll knock sense into the blind and hobble the stubborn, even if she must lead them close to drowning.
These are lovely lines.
I remember Mycroft's sentence about walking in London with Sherlock and seeing the city as a battlefield. Seeing London as a protector is quite original and heartwarming. :-)
I see London as a protector; I always have. Maybe it's just my own experience of her, but seriously, I've never felt anything but safe there. Looked after.
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She feeds them when she's able, tilts her pavements so that their steps find nourishment and harbour. She guides them both back to her shelter, draws them inexorably home (together).
Oh, dear. Sentient!London always breaks me, but this is the first time I've read one that genuinely scared me. The power behind it is almost palpable. Also, that last line is a killer, ohman.
Endanger her loved ones, and you're in for a ton of trouble.
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Pleased to hear it <3 Thank you, my dear!
Oh, wow. The poetry of this piece is simply beautiful - the rhythm and cadence of it is so subtle and moving!
Glad to hear you found it effective <3 Thank you for reading!
I love them, too ;) Thank you very much!
This is just absolutely beautiful. Had to read it three times just so I could drink in the words again (and make sure that I got them. I haven't had any sleep in days lol). She'll knock sense into the blind and hobble the stubborn, even if she must lead them close to drowning. She'll show no shame or mercy: trip them into each other's arms, no forfeit. London keeps them together, and she's quite possessive about it. Amazing. ♥
As well she should be ;)
Thank you so much for reading! Get some rest <3
Oh, this is beautiful. I think I like this the best of all the sentient!London stories I've ever seen. You give her such poetry here, very apropos for the city of Keats and Byron, Shakespeare and Milton. And that last line is so starkly lovely.
As a poet, I feel quite at home in this city that has housed so many others. And I'd like to think she cares about what goes on in her streets, besides...
Thank you so much for reading!
London as a Godesss? Love it.
If you like, yes! London as herself, really.
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Oh my god, this is just. I. I have no words. SO BEAUTIFUL, JUST, SO. Out of this world. I LOVE YOU, LONDON. <3<3<3
I love London, too <3 I hope she never changes.
"She'll cast nets of silver by nightfall and wash the morning with gold dust."
I remember =)
It's the most wonderful sight, isn't it?
Thank you, my dear <3
Oh, this was one of my top picks! I should have guessed it was yours. ;-)
Actually, I was quite afraid people would have an easy time of guessing it was; stylistically, it bears resemblance to one of my much earlier challenge entries (Muscle Memory).
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That's beautiful in all the right ways. :-)
So pleased you enjoyed it, my dear! Thank you :)
Oh, saw this one--surprised that it was yours. Good to see you pushing yourself out of your comfort zone.
I admit to having had a good laugh at this comment, not least because I was pretty sure it bore enough stylistic resemblance to one of my previous entries (Muscle Memory) that people would peg it as mine immediately! Prose poetry? Hardly outside my comfort zone; if anything, I'd argue I kept well inside my usual territory on this one :)
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*jaw hanging open, a gasp of wondering appreciation, and then a slow grin* Oh, how well you did this! I had goosebumps!