Discovered in Poetry
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discoveredinaljThis lj is supposed to involve poetry….well just to qualify here’s a bit of bad verse. It does relate to the story though…sort of…still, I apologize…sigh
The blood is red, bruises blue
Only together, will we make it through.
– found on a crumpled paper napkin in the waiting room at Guy’s Hospital.
The irony stung. St. Valentine’s Day wasn’t it? People giving gifts of red, roses, balloons, ribbons, jewelry, red wrapped chocolate hearts; and here he lay wrapped in his partner’s bloody embrace, his face resting on a crimson soaked polo neck.
The op had blown up in their faces. The grass had provided bad intel. They had walked into a trap and only fast thinking and their almost telepathic communication had allowed for their escape. If that’s what you could call being trapped in a cold, damp basement. They had called for backup and were told to sit tight. With Bodie unconscious and his own head hurting enough to cause nausea there really was no choice.
He lifted his aching head and looked down at Bodie. Red stains covered the white polo neck his partner had put on just this morning. Red. Blood. Ray silently howled his denial. He put his head back down on Bodie’s chest to listen for a heartbeat. It was there, strong and steady. How, with so much blood? A drop of scarlet fell to join the rest on Bodie’s chest. He lifted a hand to his own face. Some of the blood was his. He sagged back down, resting his head on Bodie’s shoulder and closed his eyes. All he saw was red. “Appropriate, that,” he whispered softly, “considering the day.”
His mind drifted. So much in their lives was embodied by the color red. Images ran through his mind, all tinted scarlet. The first brought a small smile. Red meant love, passion, hearts entwined, his and Bodie’s. He snorted in amusement. “Getting soppy, I am!” Blood didn’t always have to mean disaster, though. He thought of his “red-blooded” partner: tall, dark and beautiful – and engagingly modest. He found himself smiling again.
His thoughts drifted further and the darker images intruded again. Red symbolized guilt, pain, anger and fear. There was certainly enough of all of those in their lives. Bodie often took him to task for wallowing in guilt when he was forced to kill. Didn’t matter that he had no choice. Taking a life left him depressed and brooding.
Pain and fear were constant companions. Sometimes, like now, they welcomed them. If they could feel the pain, they were still alive. Fear for each other kept them sharp. Its red hot claws kept them alert and aware.
His Catholic background reminded him that red represented wrath, one of the Seven Deadly Sins. Anger was no stranger to either Bodie or him. Anger at the unfairness of life is what brought him to the police and CI5. He wanted to make a difference to those that life had left behind, they deserved justice too, someone to fight for them. Anger is what drove Bodie away from home at fourteen and led him from mercenary days, through the Para’s, SAS and finally to Ray’s side. Anger is often what allowed them to continue an op, to put the bad guys down.
Red was death, signified by the ambulance blankets used to cover the lifeless bodies of its victims, covering both friend and foe.
Red is a symbol of courage, sacrifice, martyrs. He asked himself, when the end did finally find them, would they be remembered as heroes, or would the blood they sacrificed for their beliefs change nothing. He knew it didn’t matter. The job had to be done. It was their job to see it done.
“Getting’ kinda maudlin, aren’t ya Sunshine,” he chuckled as he heard what his partner would say about the turn of his thoughts.
Red wasn’t all death and destruction. He remembered being embarrassed, red-faced, when he finally got up the courage to tell Bodie how he felt about him and what he wanted from a relationship with his partner. But that time the red lead to warmth and soft red lips and love.
Then there was the cheap red plonk. He didn’t want to think about the trouble that had gotten them into! Maybe it was best not to think about any of this. He closed his eyes and drifted toward sleep.
A sound brought him back to awareness. Lights reflected off the wet, gray concrete walls. It was an ambulance. He saw the red cross on the side. This time the color red brought safety, healing and a chance to celebrate another Valentine’s Day together.
Title: A Bloody Valentine
Author: merentha13
Slash or Gen: slash
Archive at ProsLib/Circuit: yes
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters; no infringement intended, no $$ made!
Notes: apologies again for the bad verse!
The blood is red, bruises blue
Only together, will we make it through.
– found on a crumpled paper napkin in the waiting room at Guy’s Hospital.
The irony stung. St. Valentine’s Day wasn’t it? People giving gifts of red, roses, balloons, ribbons, jewelry, red wrapped chocolate hearts; and here he lay wrapped in his partner’s bloody embrace, his face resting on a crimson soaked polo neck.
The op had blown up in their faces. The grass had provided bad intel. They had walked into a trap and only fast thinking and their almost telepathic communication had allowed for their escape. If that’s what you could call being trapped in a cold, damp basement. They had called for backup and were told to sit tight. With Bodie unconscious and his own head hurting enough to cause nausea there really was no choice.
He lifted his aching head and looked down at Bodie. Red stains covered the white polo neck his partner had put on just this morning. Red. Blood. Ray silently howled his denial. He put his head back down on Bodie’s chest to listen for a heartbeat. It was there, strong and steady. How, with so much blood? A drop of scarlet fell to join the rest on Bodie’s chest. He lifted a hand to his own face. Some of the blood was his. He sagged back down, resting his head on Bodie’s shoulder and closed his eyes. All he saw was red. “Appropriate, that,” he whispered softly, “considering the day.”
His mind drifted. So much in their lives was embodied by the color red. Images ran through his mind, all tinted scarlet. The first brought a small smile. Red meant love, passion, hearts entwined, his and Bodie’s. He snorted in amusement. “Getting soppy, I am!” Blood didn’t always have to mean disaster, though. He thought of his “red-blooded” partner: tall, dark and beautiful – and engagingly modest. He found himself smiling again.
His thoughts drifted further and the darker images intruded again. Red symbolized guilt, pain, anger and fear. There was certainly enough of all of those in their lives. Bodie often took him to task for wallowing in guilt when he was forced to kill. Didn’t matter that he had no choice. Taking a life left him depressed and brooding.
Pain and fear were constant companions. Sometimes, like now, they welcomed them. If they could feel the pain, they were still alive. Fear for each other kept them sharp. Its red hot claws kept them alert and aware.
His Catholic background reminded him that red represented wrath, one of the Seven Deadly Sins. Anger was no stranger to either Bodie or him. Anger at the unfairness of life is what brought him to the police and CI5. He wanted to make a difference to those that life had left behind, they deserved justice too, someone to fight for them. Anger is what drove Bodie away from home at fourteen and led him from mercenary days, through the Para’s, SAS and finally to Ray’s side. Anger is often what allowed them to continue an op, to put the bad guys down.
Red was death, signified by the ambulance blankets used to cover the lifeless bodies of its victims, covering both friend and foe.
Red is a symbol of courage, sacrifice, martyrs. He asked himself, when the end did finally find them, would they be remembered as heroes, or would the blood they sacrificed for their beliefs change nothing. He knew it didn’t matter. The job had to be done. It was their job to see it done.
“Getting’ kinda maudlin, aren’t ya Sunshine,” he chuckled as he heard what his partner would say about the turn of his thoughts.
Red wasn’t all death and destruction. He remembered being embarrassed, red-faced, when he finally got up the courage to tell Bodie how he felt about him and what he wanted from a relationship with his partner. But that time the red lead to warmth and soft red lips and love.
Then there was the cheap red plonk. He didn’t want to think about the trouble that had gotten them into! Maybe it was best not to think about any of this. He closed his eyes and drifted toward sleep.
A sound brought him back to awareness. Lights reflected off the wet, gray concrete walls. It was an ambulance. He saw the red cross on the side. This time the color red brought safety, healing and a chance to celebrate another Valentine’s Day together.
Title: A Bloody Valentine
Author: merentha13
Slash or Gen: slash
Archive at ProsLib/Circuit: yes
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters; no infringement intended, no $$ made!
Notes: apologies again for the bad verse!
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Date: 2011-02-12 10:49 pm (UTC)Thanks for sharing!
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Date: 2011-02-13 12:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-12 11:29 pm (UTC)Your poet made me snigger. *g*
Lovely how you wrote Doyle´s thoughts.
Thanks for sharing!
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Date: 2011-02-13 12:58 am (UTC)Glad you enjoyed this. Thanks
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Date: 2011-02-13 12:29 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-02-13 08:25 am (UTC)ETA - This lj is suppposed to involve poetry….well just to qualify here’s a bit of bad verse.
It's okay, it's not supposed to involve anything! The idea is just to be inspired by the challenge - so if Discovered in Poetry sets off a train of thought to fic that ends up nowhere near poetry, that's absolutely fine! If someone requests a prompt, the prompt is going to be something poetry-related, but it's all just supposed to act as inspiration - there are no "supposed to"s for the challenges here! (Well, except they're supposed to be Pros-y, and slash/gen... *g*)
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Date: 2011-02-13 04:39 pm (UTC)So many lovely images there - thank you!
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