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I don't seem to have been writing much lately, so I did what I usually do in these circumstances: the poetry meme!

1: Pick five fandoms. List them in alphabetical order.

2: Visit this site to find your first RANDOM POEM OF POWER. Write down the 5th line (yes, even if it's an E.E. Cummings poem and you wind up with an apostrophe). Repeat five times and - you guessed it - list 'em in alphabetical order! (No cheating, mind! This is a challenge and it's always been about creativity.)

3: I think you can see where this is going. Write a very quick 50-word half-drabble for each fandom (try to do it all in one sitting - make your brain explode!), using the line from the poem as a prompt. You don't have to include it in the half-drabble - it's just inspiration.

4: Bravo! Have a cookie.


*noms virtual cookie*

(These are all only 50 words, so I don't think they're really spoilery unless you know stuff already, they're just probably incomprehensible, but possibly for DW S10, Ripper Street S5 and Spooks S10. Ish. I did cheat, because I didn't want a comma, but at least I managed alphabetical order, and my brain also did not explode.)


1. Blake’s 7: As far from time – as History – (Emily Dickinson)

History is what you make it. The Federation have long since made it theirs. Yesterday’s hero is today’s traitor, erased; names buried with their bones. They underline their inescapable history with law, with troopers, and mind wipes.

If you want absolute control, you need to control absolutely – and they do.


2. Department S: Freedom to starve or slave! (Robert Service)

“Now I know how the oppressed masses feel.”

Annabelle raised an eyebrow. “You don’t look that oppressed. You only came in one day this week!”

“And it was almost the death of me,” said Jason with a faint shudder. “If it’s death or liberty, liberty’s got my vote every time.”


3. Doctor Who: It aims once – kills once – conquers once (Emily Dickinson)

Once. For most, death comes once. He’s envious – no, maybe almost envious, maybe that’s more honest. But he would like that, now, this time, this one time too many. No more. It’s been too long, he’s lost too many.

Life catches at the edges, though. (Where there’s tears, there’s hope.)


4. Ripper Street: Loving offenders, thus I will excuse ye (Shakespeare)

Snow falls in Whitechapel at the century’s end, a momentary covering of sin. It is illusory and will not last, like the lies of his life. Reid thinks of others, who have more final redemption in love, confession, sacrifice, death. And yet – he stands, delays entropy; he works it out.


5. Spooks: This whole experiment of green (Emily Dickinson)

Green grid, green bench: She steals, he lies. Neither of them are ever what they seem.

Green waters, green door: always that stab of farewell just when things are beginning. (They couldn’t be closer than they are now; better not to try.)

Upside down, maybe, but still they got results.

***

As you can see, the poetry generator has not lost its obsession with Emily Dickinson or Robert Service...
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