Do you recall how we lurched from that pub?
Our ale-sopped cigars all smoked down to the nub?
It gets rather hazy. Now I can’t find my knickers.
I recall a burlesque: squid-men dressed up as vicars.
edited by Ginneon Thursday on 1/19/2018
We seem to have forgotten the Advent poem:
The Winds are Wild, the Lacre Deep
The Snarling Stones Arise from Sleep
The Fifth’s Tales may Exalt the Suns
But Never Hope to Halt what Comes
I love all of these. The original lines from Failbetter are my favorite pieces of writing in SSea or FL.
Well, if people are enjoying these…
Do you recall how we sped through that tunnel?
Shot up through the Spiral by pneumatic funnel?
Then! Surface, vast sky, pistons’ last gasping hiss:
The Sun’s dying light, and that rapturous bliss.