shadowsAt midday shadows restshadows by Roskbalkir
Curled dogs in a deep den
And at dinnertime they unwind
Their tongues are tied
They from their crevices creep
Stretch long and liquid over hill
Their jaws crack the firmament
Slice a sheer white ache
And her blood spills, dark as guilt
FallThe trees now scant and spentFall by Roskbalkir
By their fit of fire
Knot bleak branches together
Against the grizzled frost
Left by fall in its ponderous sweep
Through the forest
To a close
And to sleep
Gastropod MannersI will always regardGastropod Manners by Roskbalkir
With great respect
The noble snail.
He keeps a constant home
And has some sense of modesty,
Unlike the slug,
Who is nude and itinerant,
The lewd drunkard
Of the lettuce patch.
I have my stuffed fuzzy octopus named Amadeus.
What one food can you NOT eat under any circumstances, EVER?
Processed cheese, like what Kraft makes. I had it once when I went to Canada. Ugh, it's vile...the stuff is more like plastic than real cheese.
What is your favourite peace of art made by yourself (tag it)?
My troll haiku: roskbalkir.deviantart.com/art/…
Have you ever gotten anything stuck in your nose, if so, what?
I once had a raw oyster in my nose, and I don't remember why.
Do you/have you ever worn make-up? (boys, this includes childhood makeovers)
Only zombie make-up for Hallowe'en or theatrical make-up for the theatre.
What is the one book you've started but cannot finish?
Hah. The one I'm currently working on...
Who is your inspiration in life?I've never really thought about that. Most likely J.R.R. Tolkien, because of the astounding detail he put in his work. I would like to be as illustrious as he was.