Elizabeth Barrette (ysabetwordsmith) wrote,
Elizabeth Barrette

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Poem: "Ghost Colors"

This poem came out of the March 17, 2020 bonus fishbowl. It was inspired by a prompt from [personal profile] ng_moonmoth, and posted here in barter for the sheet music and chords created to match it. MOAR GOODEEZ for everyone! :D This poem belongs to the series An Army of One.

EDIT 6/15/20: [personal profile] ng_moonmoth has posted the sheet music and a recording.  Chord pages are available upon request.

"Ghost Colors"
-- a ballad

Astin flies a junker
Between galactic arms,
Trading news and cargo
Among the algae farms.

Scavenging the wreckage
Left where the war has gone,
Xe picks up the pieces --
Someone must carry on.

Nebulas are lovely,
Ghost colors in the sky;
Astin smiles to see them
Whenever xe flies by.

They are loose and fluid
And not set in their ways;
Astin feels just like them,
Reflected in their blaze.

Arms are prim and proper;
They're over-organized.
Astin doesn't fit in
The boxes they devised.

Xe is sick of lying,
Maintaining a facade --
They don't like xyr nature?
Well, take it up with God!

Then the war is over,
The traders left adrift
Gasping from the changes,
Nowhere to catch a lift.

They hear the Lacuna
Now lies between the Arms,
Full of funny people
But not without its charms

Astin goes to meet them
In hopes of making trade;
They may be peculiar,
But all their bills get paid.

Contracts come together
As nebulas contract --
Who knows what new chances
Ghost colors can attract?

Astin starts to wonder
If they might not prefer
Paperwork more honest
Than saying 'him' or 'her.'

They are more than willing --
Perhaps a little steamed --
And a box marked 'Other'
Is everything xe dreamed.

Soon the jumpships join in,
For they are Others too,
Human pilots happy
To write down what is true.

Here and there another
Announces their own truth;
Validation streams out
From every record booth.

Some folks think Lacuna
Is crazy as can be;
They doubt it will last long,
Too fragile to stay free.

Traders beg to differ,
And Astin's only one;
They'll help people stay here
And keep what they have won.

Astin goes out drinking
To celebrate the host --
Raise a glass in honor
Of those who won the most.

Dash starts mixing liquor
And makes in nothing flat
Cocktails called Ghost Colors
So they can drink to that.

Space is unexpected --
Adapt or surely die;
Gravity's release here
Has freed all souls to fly.

Though Lacuna's fragile,
Its culture will endure
And the stranger people
Will hear of its allure.

* * *

Ghost Colors is listed as a mixed drink in the bingo fest.
Tags: cyberfunded creativity, fishbowl, gender studies, music, poem, poetry, reading, science fiction, weblit, writing
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