WIPpet Wednesday: About a Thousand Years Ago…

 

Welcome to WIPpet Wednesday, a weekly blog hop which encourages writers to move WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date. It is hosted by the lovely K.L. Schwengel, maven of bad boys, stock dogs, and flying monkeys!

I’ve got kind of big news to share today! My fantasy short story, “A Splash of Red” was accepted by L.S. Engler for her brand-new literary anthology, World Unknown Review!

I’m excited. I’ve never had a short story accepted before, and I spent a lot of time with this one. It took about three years to go from a half-autobiographical dream to the version I submitted. There were times in the revision process where I was certain it was a tangled and half-baked story that would never make sense, and that no one would want to read it.

If I hadn’t spent those years sharing my writing in forums like this one, I don’t think I would have had the courage to submit this story, which is truly a little piece of my soul, and my life, to a paying market. It would still be just “something I’m playing with”.

But now, it will be more. My little baby story is out in the world, getting ready to fly…

It’s scary-wonderful. I’m deeply honored and grateful for the opportunity.

And now, on to the WIPpeting! =D

I’m sharing a story from The IDIC Romance, my Story A Day May Challenge project. This is a Star Trek: Enterprise fan fiction, exploring the interspecies relationship of T’Pol and Trip.

Disclaimer: T’Pol, Trip, and all the rest of Star Trek are property of CBS/Paramount; no copyright infringement intended. I just want to play with them, and I’m careful!

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is November 19, 2014.
  • My simple non-math: 11 mostly short paragraphs, for the month.

This story is an add-on scene for the pilot episode: “Broken Bow Part 1”. Ive done my best to extrapolate without violating series canon.

This snippet follows immediately after last week’s WIPpet, Little Miss Not So Logical? Trip’s in the middle of his own rather intense reaction…will T’Pol be able to help him, or will she give in to her own powerful impulses?

“Are you well, Commander Tucker?”

I realized I’d been staring at her chest, and jerked my focus back to her face – damn, was it just my imagination, or did she actually look amused?

“I’m, uh, just fine'”.

“Your complexion has changed color, your respiration and heart rate have undergone marked acceleration, and your pupils are dilated – ” She might be back to being a clinician, but this was damned sure not my idea of ‘playing doctor’!

I seem to remember you being more than a little green and breathless yourself, a few minutes ago, Subcommander.

I have explained that my -intense reaction – was due to an instinctive and involuntary response -”

“Yeah? Well, I’m, uh- having a pretty’ intense reaction’ to you, just now. I’ll, uh, get hold of myself in a few seconds.” How the hell I was going to do that, I had no idea, but I didn’t need to tell her that.

“Is there some way I can – assist you?” Her voice went all soft and husky, and the places my mind leapt to – her pinning me down again, or stripping out of her clothes, or – were definitely not helping…well, they were helping something, but I hadn’t exactly had any problems in that department, at least not since she walked into the Cap’n’s Ready Room and put my body and imagination on high alert, even when she was ignoring me or driving me nuts…

“Aww, hell…” I wanted to grab her, crush her against me, breathe in that exotic scent, feel her come passionately alive, throw caution out the nearest airlock and touch my fingertips to hers, so we could get lost together in whatever that plasma current was… “Stop it, Tucker. Stop it right now, while you still can.” I growled it through gritted teeth, and straightened my spine to attention. T’Pol’ eyes scanned slowly down my body, pausing just south of center, and she sighed and quivered. Nothing in hell I could do to hide the fact that I was at attention with all I had…

“Damn damn damn,” I whispered, watching my hand reach toward her as though it belonged to someone else, wondering what it was going to do, sure it was going to get us both in more trouble…but all I did was straighten her jacket so that it hung evenly again…well, that and curl my hand over that trembling shoulder, almost close enough to touch her delicately pointed ear…

“Commander Tucker.” She said it softly, her eyes wide, and her full lips almost seeming to caress my title and name – but it was enough. I scrubbed a hand over my face and through my hair – damn, please don’t let her decide she needs to fix it again! Before she could, I whirled around and paced the three steps to the corner she’d gone to after that first kiss, about a thousand years ago, now…

Will Trip stay in the corner? Will T’Pol let him? Will they ever figure out how to be in the same place and not have’ intense reactions’ to each other?

You guessed it – you can watch the episode, or come back next week for another WIPpet snippet!

Until next week, live long, prosper, and, if it applies, happy NaNoing, y’all!

WIPpet Wednesday: Little Miss Not So Logical?

Welcome to WIPpet Wednesday, a weekly blog hop which encourages writers to move WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date. It is hosted by the lovely K.L. Schwengel, maven of bad boys, stock dogs, and flying monkeys!

I’m sharing a story from The IDIC Romance, my Story A Day May Challenge project. This is a Star Trek: Enterprise fan fiction, exploring the interspecies relationship of T’Pol and Trip.

My NaNo count is over 50K, and Act One of The Earth Doth Move is starting to get close to becoming Act Two. Spock has made a decision that will change the course of his life-and those changes begin with sudden impact…you can read snippets of that story here and here….

Here, though, I’m sticking with Trip and T’Pol, because I can’t just leave them hanging, all revved up and locked in a cell for a month with no one popping in on them…can you imagine the delicious trouble they could get up to?

Can you imagine missing it?!

No need to panic…I’ve got you covered! And, for our intrepid Puppet WIPpet Mistress, who added another 10K to her WIP, I’ve got a handful, or two. Or Trip does. Or maybe it’s T’Pol. Or just a fantasy. Maybe I need to go to bed instead of writing all night…nah!

Disclaimer: T’Pol, Trip, and all the rest of Star Trek are property of CBS/Paramount; no copyright infringement intended. I just want to play with them, and I’m careful!

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is November 12, 2014.
  • My convoluted math: 1+1+1+2+2+1= 8 (yes, I pulled all the 1s and 2s, and skipped the rest, which I think makes it extra WIPpetty math!)
  • You get eight shortish paragraphs, this week.
  • I’m adding in the last two sentences from last, to help put the scene in context.

This story is an add-on scene for the pilot episode: “Broken Bow Part 1”. Ive done my best to extrapolate without violating series canon.

This snippet follows immediately after my WIPpet from two weeks back, Instruction in the Proper Techniques. This week, T’Pol gets in Trip’s hair….but can he get her out?

Last week’s conclusion:

“Your hair – is also disarranged.” Shaky fingers crept up, then hovered about at the level of my shoulder, and there was a question in the set of her face – how the hell did she manage that, and not look like she’d shifted a muscle?

And now for today’s installment:

“Go ahead,” I nodded and leaned in a little closer, so she could reach me. She moved slowly, tentative at first, her fingers stroking and quivering. I watched her face; her eyes were half closed, and her lips were parted; other than her fingers, she was very, very still. I was sure I’d never get enough of how beautiful and absorbed she was – was she really going to walk out of my life in just a few days? Would I ever see her again? Would she want to see me?

After a minute or so, her feathery touches on my scalp were stirring things back to life in other places, and I squirmed, wondering if she was ever going to stop.

“Hey, T’Pol?” No answer; she didn’t even twitch. I was starting to get the idea that Vulcans were as serious and single-minded about sex as they were about everything else. “”T’Pol?”

Was it really only a little while ago I was calling her Little Miss Logical in my mind? Where was Little Miss Logical now? Her fingers were bolder, and she was using both hands, tracing out my ears, again and again, and now I shuddered, imagining what those dancing digits could do on other sensitive parts of my anatomy. Damn, this woman was irresistable- and maybe unstoppable, too…

“Subcommander T’Pol.” Desperate, I straightened my spine to attention; she jerked in surprise, her eyes snapping open, but looking huge and dazed – just like they had that night at Fusion. She almost snatched her hands away, putting them into her lap, where they clasped and twisted restlessly.

“I was – merely – returning your hair to a state of order.”.She was looking at me like she desperately wanted me to believe it, so that she could try to.

“If you say so, Subcommander.” I shrugged. “Course, I really don’t have that much hair on the outside of my ears.” I grinned, and, while she stared at me, I got up, and stuck out a hand to her. Maybe I was playing with fire, but I was still a gentleman – and I wanted her to touch my fingers again, so I could feel that sizzling awareness of her.

T’Pol stared at my hand, and, for a second, I thought maybe she’d take it this time. Instead, she unfolded to stand up as gracefully as a ballet dancer, clasping her hands behind her again, That put a delicious little arch in her back, pressing her breasts up touchably close. Now my imagination, which was a damned fool, played out a scene where I slipped that jacket off her shoulders, figured out how the uniform worked, and did away with whatever she wore underneath, and revealed the double handful of delight under all those layers, so that I could find out what she felt like…I wondered if she’d like that, if she’d arch in even closer, if she’d beg me to undress her, touch her everywhere, make long slow love with her…

Will Trip lose control? Will T’Pol let him act out his fantasy? Would she like that? Are they going to need to fix up a lot more than their hair, if they want to keep this affair to themselves?

You guessed it – you can watch the episode, or come back next week for another WIPpet snippet!

Until next week, live long, prosper, and, if it applies, happy NaNoing, y’all!

 

WIPpet Wednesday: “Instruction in the Proper Techniques”

Welcome to WIPpet Wednesday, a weekly blog hop which encourages writers to move WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date. It is hosted by the lovely K.L. Schwengel, maven of bad boys, stock dogs, and flying monkeys!

I’m sharing a story from The IDIC Romance, my Story A Day May Challenge project. This is a Star Trek: Enterprise fan fiction, exploring the interspecies relationship of T’Pol and Trip.

This is another installment of  “Tigress T’Pol” . The prompt was to write a story of exactly 2000 words – but it’s a LOT longer, now. An additional guest prompt from Heidi Durrow invited us to explore passion in this story.

So, it’s NaNo time! For the next 25 days, I’ll be drafting something brand-new- The Earth Doth Movethe story of a young cadet named Spock‘s early days at Starfleet Command. Hint: All does not go smoothly for our young hero. Not even a little bit…

Here, though, I’m sticking with Trip and T’Pol, because I can’t just leave them hanging, all revved up and locked in a cell for a month with no one popping in on them…can you imagine the delicious trouble they could get up to?

Can you imagine missing it?!

No need to panic…I’ve got you covered!

Disclaimer: T’Pol, Trip, and all the rest of Star Trek are property of CBS/Paramount; no copyright infringement intended. I just want to play with them, and I’m careful!

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is November 5, 2014.
  • Slightly convoluted math: 11 +5+2+1= 19 (month+day+the 2 and 1 from the year).
  • I’m adding in the last two very short paragraphs from two weeks ago, to help with reorientation after last week’s Halloween treat

This story is an add-on scene for the pilot episode: “Broken Bow Part 1”. Ive done my best to extrapolate without violating series canon.

This snippet follows immediately after my WIPpet from two weeks back, Keep Your Shirt On. Trip and T’Pol wrestle with Vulcan strength, human ego, and reality…

Last week’s conclusion:

“Are you suggesting that we engage in sexual activity?” Gorgeous, passionate – and she sounded like a prudish clinician with a seductress’ voice.

Somehow, that just made her even sexier..

And now for today’s installment:

“I’m not suggesting it- I’m saying we’ve already crashed that gate. I’m just saying that I don’t want to take it any further in this dingy little place.”

She was shaking harder, and that delicate scent hit me again. “I might injure you – humans are much more fragile than Vulcans.”

“Way to stroke a guy’s ego, T’Pol.” I pulled my hand away, and she followed the motion with her eyes, that green flush getting stronger. “Maybe I’m not as tough as the Vulcan guys you know, but I don’t think you’re going to break me – just, well…maybe you could tone it down a little.”

“I might need – instruction – in the proper techniques.” It was a shy but throaty whisper, and she looked up at me from under her long lashes. Just when I thought she couldn’t get any sexier…

I scootched a little closer to her, carefully, keeping our crossed legs between us, as a buffer zone. I wasn’t going to forget again how strong she was, and how fast she could move when she was motivated. I reached out slowly and carefully, and straightened her hair; T’Pol quivered and watched me silently.

“You don’t want to look like you just rolled out of bed when the cap’n finally comes to get us out of here,” I told her, with my best Tucker grin.

T’Pol’s gaze caught at mine, with an edge of alarm; no, she didn’t want to get caught like this, any more than I did. ” The captain -?”

How was it that the way she echoed things that surprised her reminded me of Lizzie again, but twisted knots of wanting into my lower belly at the same time? Seriously messed up, Tucker – seriously!

“Your hair – is also disarranged.” Shaky fingers crept up, then hovered about at the level of my shoulder, and there was a question in the set of her face – how the hell did she manage that, and not look like she’d shifted a muscle?

Will Trip’s ego survive this encounter?  Will he let T’Pol fix his hair? Has she learned any lessons that will make things a little, well, safer? Will they get caught before they can erase the evidence of their - ahem – explorations?

You guessed it – you can watch the episode, or come back next week for another WIPpet snippet!

Until next week, live long, prosper, and, if it applies, happy NaNoing, y’all!

OctPoWriMo Day 30: Apart With Love

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Hello, and welcome to OctPoWriMo, Day Twenty-Nine!

What’s OctPoWriMo, you ask? Well, it’s a whole month of poetic creation – 31 poems in 31 days. It’s the creative baby of Morgan Dragonwillow and Julie Jordan Scott.

This year, I’ve followed many of the prompts, and had the double joy of play and discovery…

I hope you’ll stop by, settle in, and find a little bit of magic here!

Today’s prompt was to write a poem about “the day before”….I picked the day before an arranged marriage, from the point of view of the soon-to-be jilted lover….

Apart with Love

The day before

The world fell apart

Apart like we would be

Apart from now on

On my own now

On her world

World that owned her

World that claimed

Claimed her rights

Claimed her choices

Choices stealing away

Choices gone tomorrow

Tomorrow too soon

Tomorrow shredding joy

Joy in our journey

Joy of yesterday

Yesterday spent in bed

Yesterday a feast

Feast of lovemaking

Feast of sorrows

Sorrows in her touch

Sorrows in her eyes

Eyes holding so much

Eyes flinching with pain

Pain she felt

Pain we shared

Shared life shared stories

Shared love to be severed

Severed without options

Severed and surrendered

Surrendered to culture

Surrendered to tradition

Tradition a prison a trap

Tradition strangling hope

Hope for tomorrow

Hope for new beginning

Beginning a life a love

Beginning with another

Another man to hold her

Another type of life

Life without her

Life not worth living

Living without her touch

Living so near and so far

Far from the freedom

Far from my love

Love burns so bright

Love blooming too late

Late

Bright

Get more of days before!

WIPpet Wednesday: Pickle Juice and Leverage

Welcome to the Halloween version of WIPpet Wednesday, a weekly blog hop which encourages writers to move WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date. It is hosted by the lovely K.L. Schwengel, maven of bad boys, stock dogs, and flying monkeys!

And, speaking of our incendiary duo….

Here’s another snippet from The IDIC Romance, my Story A Day May Challenge project. This is a Star Trek: Enterprise fan fiction, exploring the interspecies relationship of T’Pol and Trip.

Disclaimer: T’Pol, Trip, and all the rest of Star Trek are property of CBS/Paramount; no copyright infringement intended. I just want to play with them, and I’m careful!

I’ve got something a bit different for you today. A few weeks back, someone, and I’m sorry to say I don’t remember who (Emily, maybe?), posted a “blooper” – a scene that didn’t make it through revisions. I loved the idea, and I wasn’t the only one. So…

Story a Day May provided me with lots of good TnT stuff – but also a few bits that wandered off into weird places. So today, in honor of tricks and treats, I give you a bit that didn’t make it into the slot eventually filled by “Strangers in Sickbay”.

Spoiler Alert! This occurs after the events in “Tigress T’Pol”, which we will return to next week. If you don’t want to know if TnT spend forever in that cell; don’t read this!!!

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is October 29, 2014.
  • My math is – Halloween, baby! Call it a trick; call it a treat; call it a tenth birthday gift for my nephew; call it whatever you want! =D

This story is an add-on scene for the episode: “Acquisition. Ive done my best to extrapolate without violating series canon. I haven’t edited it; it’s as-is!

So T’Pol and Trip have just bamboozled three alien thieves into captivity, thereby saving the ship….

T’Pol looked at the three big-headed aliens she’d just dispatched. “I trust you will disarm them, Commander? Their scent is – powerful.” She wrinkled her nose; I tried not to notice how cute that small uncontrolled gesture was. Suddenly, I was very aware that we were two of only three people awake on the entire ship.

“What about that nasal numbing agent you used to talk so much about?” I said it mostly to distract myself.

“I no longer use it. I’ve grown accustomed to the scent of humans. However, these people possess a markedly different body chemistry. I find it somewhat – overpowering.” She swallowed. “I would prefer to go no closer.”

“You all right? You’re looking a little green around the gills.”

“The smell is rather -nauseating. Once I am out of close proximity, I suspect the sensations will fade.”

I went to kneel by the aliens, and now my nose wrinkled, too, and I cleared my throat. “These guys don’t smell as bad as Klingons, but this is a little like being too close to an entire vat of pickle juice.”

“‘Pickle – juice?'”

“Mostly vinegar, with some spices, then cooked. It’s a powerful scent – even to my nose.”

“Then I suggest you complete your search quickly.” Her voice wavered a little.

“Good suggestion. Good shooting, too.”

Their skin was like worn leather when I brushed it, and I had to fight the impulse to wipe my hands on my coveralls like I was back to being a kid. “They all have something like phase pistols, and those handcuffs they used on the captain, and then there’s this whip plasma contraption…”

“We will confiscate their weapons, and study them. As for my aim, I had the element of surprise, and a contained area. I believe our phase pistols are the more powerful.”

“Well, their handcuffs seem just about perfect for what I’ve got in mind.”

It took a little shoving and arranging, but, when I was done, they were all attached to one another. “With the way these guys bicker, they’ll be too busy blaming each other to figure out how to get themselves out of this.”

“Splendid.”

She looked at the pile I’d created, and there was smug satisfaction in her tone. She withdrew something from somewhere around her waist – where the hell did she manage to hide anything in a uniform that fit her as though she poured it on every day? – and held it up. It caught the light with a metallic glint. It was a key. “I believe it is time that I released the captain -“

“T’Pol!”

My voice was sharp, and it bounced and ricocheted off the pipes. She tensed. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to be so loud. But, if you’ve had that key; does that mean Krem is disabled, too?”

“It does indeed.” She watched the key spin, almost as though it had her mesmerized.

“Then why didn’t you unlock the captain?”

She looked at me, and there was something a little reckless in her glinting eyes. “I have unfinished business with Captain Archer, and this key represents leverage.”

“For someone who claims she’s motivated by logic, you certainly seem to be enjoying this.”

What will T’Pol say to that? What business does she have with the captain, and why does she need leverage? Is she enjoying this? How come they’re both keeping their hands to themselves?

Nope. Not telling. That’s the trick part…but you know the drill by now– you can watch the episode, or wait till I post this on a fan fiction site and share the link!

These posts are the seeds of a project I’ll be expanding in 2015, so your input is always valuable. No need to feel shy; I’m a friendly sort, and will keep my phase pistol on stun… for the most part. ;)

OctPoWriMo Day 27: Just a Dream of Broken Hearts

Hello, and welcome to OctPoWriMo, Day Twenty-Seven!

What’s OctPoWriMo, you ask? Well, it’s a whole month of poetic creation – 31 poems in 31 days. It’s the creative baby of Morgan Dragonwillow and Julie Jordan Scott.

This year, I intend to follow many of the prompts, and get the joy of discovery…

I hope you’ll stop by, settle in, and find a little bit of magic here!

Today’s prompt was to write a poem that dealt with sleep or dreaming….

And they’ve been in my head, showing me what happens, when they dream…

So I gave them 1300 words or so to each say their piece; of course, they both surprised me. Then I went through both passages, and created a list of found phrases, which, adapted, became the components of this blended dream.

If I pulled it off, you will feel two distinct voices throughout….

Warning: this is a rather epic poem, at over 700 words. No, I didn’t plan that!

And for those who care – SPOILER ALERT! This poem has MAJOR, HUGE, BIG-TIME SPOILERS for the Star Trek: Enterprise episode “Home” and points surrounding. Don’t go further if you don’t wanna know…

Disclaimer: T’Pol, Trip, and all the rest of Star Trek are property of CBS/Paramount; no copyright infringement intended. I just want to play with them, and I’m careful!

Word Prompts:

sleep (sleepy, sleeping)

dream (dreaming, dreamer)

nap

awake

insomnia

Just a Dream of Broken Hearts

“oh god, T’Pol – why can’t

this be just a dream?”

you watched her get married

she’s Koss’s wife not yours

you have no right to her now

it’s his bed she’ll share tonight

“Trip, is this what humans mean,

When you speak of ‘broken hearts’?”

her beautiful face blurred

and ran with my tears and hers

an old oil painting melting

beneath her hot red sun

What right had Koss to me?

Angry blood seared my veins.

“oh god, T’Pol – why can’t

this be just a dream?”

not the friendly sands of Florida

sands of another world

red sands where she

sacrificed herself

on the altar of her logic

“Trip, is this what humans mean,

When you speak of ‘broken hearts’?”

My nails dug into my palms.

“I must meditate.”

To whom did I speak?

There was no one here.

“oh god, T’Pol – why can’t

this be just a dream?”

“She’s mine – “

“Yes, Trip – I am yours – “

“Trip, is this what humans mean,

When you speak of ‘broken hearts’?”

Koss had the right

to take me as wife.

“oh god T’Pol – why can’t this

just be a damned dream?”

we moved together

no hurry but unspoken urgency

bodies and minds and souls

tangled together

inseparably forever

“Trip, is this what humans mean,

When you speak of ‘broken hearts’?”

In this space, I could pretend…

Pretend if I went out the door,

turned left, rounded the corner,

and crossed the corridor,

felt it rising surging

bursting forth – power

and crushing pain

that I would be at Trip’s door -

he would welcome me in,

her citrus-and-sandalwood

arousal scent blended

with the salt air of home

He’d take me into his arms

and I would come fully to life.

“oh god T’Pol – why does this

have to be just a dream?”

her eyes glowed and it was almost

as if I could feel what she felt

touch what she touched

know what she knew

“Trip, is this what humans mean,

When you speak of ‘broken hearts’?”

hot fingers trailed down my chest

plasma arc of sharing

everywhere she touched

Peace slipped away and popped

like the soap bubbles on Trip’s chest.

“oh god T’Pol – why does this

have to be just a dream?”

to lose myself in her fierce bliss

popping like soap bubbles

under her virgin fingers

as she learned at last how

to play just play

without purpose

but just

for fun

“Trip, is this what humans mean,

When you speak of ‘broken hearts’?”

“You don’t play nearly

enough, pepperpot.”

Vulcan children did not ever

Play simply to play.

she was opening receiving

all I could give

giving so much more

than I thought she had

“oh god T’Pol – why does this

have to be just a dream?”

What he’d fanned into vibrant life,

now dull, numb, broken toys.

“Trip, is this what humans mean,

When you speak of ‘broken hearts’?”

“don’t suppose that’s sugar-free pie?”

sugars hit her hard and fast

take logic and inhibition

toss them out the airlock

we don’t need them now

My hot touch excites him

Into vivid human flame.

“oh god T’Pol – why does this

have to be just a dream?”

she rained kisses on my face and I

kissed her pecan pie tasting mouth

deeper and deeper breathing her in

but never breathing her out

“Trip, is this what humans mean,

When you speak of ‘broken hearts’?”

hot sticky smears over my chest

before I could say anything but “hey!”

well she certainly learned how to play

“oh god T’Pol – why can’t this

be more than just a dream?”

Tempt me from solitude

And quiet meditation

“Trip, is this what humans mean,

When you speak of ‘broken hearts’?”

her hot breath came sharp and quick

cutting through the sounds of the waves

and the gulls and the setting sun

Cool human fingers soothing

The heat of my hungry skin.

“oh god T’Pol – what does it mean

that we’re dreaming the same dream?”

Our tumultuous bubble of peace

Punctured by tradition and duty.

she kissed my cheek and

gave me the gift of

her thoughts and her tears

“Trip, is this what humans mean,

When you speak of ‘broken hearts’?”

Find more dreamy OctPoWriMo poems here!

OctPoWriMo Day 25: Cowl Invites Touch

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Hello, and welcome to OctPoWriMo, Day Twenty-Five!

What’s OctPoWriMo, you ask? Well, it’s a whole month of poetic creation – 31 poems in 31 days. It’s the creative baby of Morgan Dragonwillow and Julie Jordan Scott.

This year, I intend to follow many of the prompts, and get the joy of discovery…

I hope you’ll stop by, settle in, and find a little bit of magic here!

Today’s prompt was “Magic and Possibilities”. We were encouraged to freewrite for 10 minutes, and offered a list of word prompts:

  • Fascinating

  • Captivating

  • Enchanting

  • Magnetic

  • Irresistible

Well, I was a bit of an overachiever with today’s poem.

When I looked at the word list, I noticed it used several words or ideas with my 100 word flash fiction story for Story a Day May. Since that story’s part of my evolving Star Trek: Enterprise fan fiction project, The IDIC Romance, I’ve been intending to expand it.

I chose the first time Trip encounters T’Pol, in a jazz club in San Francisco (see the episode “Fusion” for more), as the basis for my frewriting – and I wrote 2,000 words!

I do love me some Trip and T’Pol, but that’s another story, and not a poem at all…

I decided that Trip’s poem would be a blitz, which seems to suit his rapid-fire yet laid-back personality well…and this poem might even become part of the story that inspired it…

I love it when a challenge becomes more than the sum of its parts!

Cowl Invites Touch

Alien woman prowls in

Face framed by a cowl

Cowl hides pointed ears

Cowl names her Vulcan

Vulcan eyes search

Vulcan eyes stare

Stare into me

Stare and declare

Declare alien yearnings

Declare Vulcan fires

Fires hot and unexpected

Fires like plasma arcs

Arcs sear and burn

Arcs scorch through soft jazz

Jazz binding us together

Jazz winding through us both

Both caught in arcing music

Both caught up in a breath

Breath tangles into music

Breath exhales wanting

Wanting this to never end

Wanting so much more

More music more time

More whatever this is

Is she feeling what I do

Is she even able to feel

Feel her heart beat faster

Feel hot blood in her veins

Veins green-hued not red

Veins from mind to heart

Heart opening to heart

Heart conquers mind

Mind pleads for reason

Mind begs for logic

Logic burned by plasma fire

Logic utterly undone

Undone by Vulcan eyes

Undone by shadows

Shadows moving softly

Shadows on her face

Face transformed by music

Face inconvenient facts

Facts of human man

Facts of Vulcan woman

Woman breathing in music

Woman I long to touch

Touch her deep within

Touch her man to woman

Woman

Within

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