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This Qiyan jueju poem* was inspired by the China's Mistake arc of [personal profile] dialecticdreamer set within the Terramagne Setting belonging to [personal profile] ysabetwordsmith 




In China, a pet cricket is lucky
Kept in beautiful gourds, Bǎn qiú lóng
Fuse boxes or camps, cages are cages
Maybe the Cricket in China isn't lucky

 
 *The Qiyan jueju is most properly written in kanji, seven of them per line.  As I do not actually speak or write Chinese, I simply used seven words per line.  This is probably incorrect and would not translate well to Chinese.  My apologies.  Learn more here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Qijue
 
In Chinese culture, a cricket is a sign of longevity and prosperity, and they were often kept as pets in wealthy households during the Imperial Era.  The Communist regime suppressed cricket keeping and tried banning it in 1950, but it persisted and today there are over 20 legal cricket markets in Shanghai.
 
Bǎn qiú lóng are special gourds or cages made into cricket homes.  They are beautiful and ornate, but still cages,
 
In the Terramagne setting, cricket is slang for a closeted soup (super-powered person).  Another term for being a cricket is to be "in the fuse box".
 
T-China is a 'bottom ten' country for how they treat soups (and ordinary people but that's true for L-China too).

Sea or Sky

Saturday, June 24th, 2017 12:45 am
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Twist-souled sister, an untamed curl

As Diana a goddess, a tom-boy-type girl

The traveler soul sits restless within

Sending you far from safe shores and kin

 

Bloody Fox, fear of the seas

Always too fast, your prizes to seize

The Hound who dogs your trail on the blue

One day, someday, will catch up to you

 

Home in the arms of family dear

You embrace the lady you’d grown to fear

Silks that you stole cut into a gown

Perfume from crimes ‘gainst the Crown

 

Across the bow of a ship that you espied

The bulk of the Hound of the Crown you defied

He’s come home to rest, no cause for alarm

Except that to dinner he’s decided to come

 

Your stays are now armor of ladylike mold

Your foe now a Hound to rest in your hold

He calls you his lady and blushes so well

A flower you give has something to tell

 

But the wild sea calls and soon the stays bind

You get back on your ship, role redefined

Sailing the junk-rig with your brigand band

Back to the life of a pirate and man

 

You see once more the Hound of the King

Now your Hound as well, if he could see anything

But he curses your name as you sail away

For he sees only who you are today

 

Many months sailing and a becalming truce

Your feud is cooling as love sparks between crews

You long for your baubles, your lace, and your tea

And you sail back to the home off of the sea

 

Your Hound there is waiting, faithful and true

To the Lady he loves, and that lady is you

He doesn’t suspect, and it stings all the more

When he sails away thinking you’ll stay onshore

 

On the seas lust turns into love and regret

For although he wants you, he cannot forget

The Lady left waiting, his angel of light

You bid sad adieu and sail out of sight

 

He comes to trouble, you come to his aid

You charge into battle, heart unafraid

He calls out as you fall, he sees you hit

And a gun in his hand to remember it

 

At home you recoup in lace and soft bed

He comes to visit and you about lose your head

Trying to hide what he doesn’t know yet

And now you understand his love and regret

 

Long months pass and you’re well to ride

He goes with you, his love hard to hide

You do the hard thing, he asks for your hand

He kneels at your feet, and you tell him to stand

 

A long engagement is required say you

He does not know all you need him to

Out on the sea you help him to find

The truth of your heart and your kind

 

Now back at home, you are planning a trip

Down past the Horn, the perilous tip

Your kinfolk are muttering, as is their due

But Lady or Pirate, you know he loves you.

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This was inspired by Thorinsmut's smell the sea and feel the sky
, and while that technically makes this a fan-work, is so seven-degrees-of-separation that I feel okay posting it on my orig-fic page.  Go check it out for more genderfluid pirate adventures!  Although I may have just spoilered the entire plot.  Oh well.

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