friendship, poetry, music...and some Lapsang Souchong

The drawing above is a collab entry for Illustration Friday. This week's topic: "Friendship."

Thanks for your answers about tea, everyone; I'm definitely inspired to try some of the teas you've been mentioning. I'm especially curious about Lapsang Souchong now, and loved Andy's comment on this type of tea: "Everyone should drink a cup of Lapsang Souchong before they die. It is a foretaste of hell, and will urge them to spend their days in repentance and good works."

:-D

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Erin "tagged" me, so I'll give it a shot even though I don't tend to do the meme thing that often:

1. What is the total amount of music files on your computer?

5.22 GB.

2. The CD you last bought is:

Erasure's new Nightbird CD. My friend Craig brought it over for me last night!

3. What is the song you last listened to before reading this message?

All This Time Still Falling Out Of Love (from the Erasure album above).

4. Write down 5 songs you often listen to or that mean a lot to you:

Something True - Einstein's Sister
When I Fall - Barenaked Ladies
Song For Jim - I wrote this when my brother & his wife died
Forever Young - Alphaville (one of my brother's favourite songs)
Days We Spend Together - Allison & Jodi wrote this

5. Who are you going to pass this stick to? (3 persons) and why?

Allison, to see if she'll do it.

Rand, because I know he won't.

Beckett, because I'm curious. :-)

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Seanan posted her "Iron Poet" invitation recently, where users could give her three words and a poetic form, and she'd come up with a poem. I gave her "Allison," "Jodi," and "wicked" and told her any form was fine.

THANK YOU, Seanan, for the wonderful poem!

URBAN TAPESTRIES
By Seanan McGuire

Allison reads 'Wicked', and she dreams of Oz at war;
The Deadly Desert's shifting sands are painted red as dawn,
While through the morning, cats tell tales
Of days so long forgotten,
And spiders in the corners spin
A blanket for her hopes.

Jodi dances in the hallway, stocking feet light on the floor;
She dreams of golden ballgowns, and of slippers made of glass,
While songs unwritten set the score
For all the ball to waltz to,
And magpies in the ice-bound trees
Sing softly, 'wait and see'.

Debbie weaves a web of light and casts it in the ocean,
Catching fish with silver scales and eyes as bright as dreams.
'Throw us back,' they beg her,
And she kisses them so gently,
Then bears the memory home
To grace her urban tapestries.

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