The ground is but a memory,
+And sapphires fill my eyes
+Black night and bleached bone-ivory
+Have muddled grey with truth and lies;
+ +But bring me far, and bring me near
+To where the red dawn glows
+Where gristle, green, and galvanize
+The lands wherein my treasure grows.
diff --git a/pages/the-trap.html b/pages/the-trap.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000..71cb6ae --- /dev/null +++ b/pages/the-trap.html @@ -0,0 +1,80 @@ +<-- +.. title: The Trap +.. slug: the-trap +.. date: 2020-05-20 +.. type: text +--> + +(A quaint village. Present day. The marketplace bustles and rustles. SMIFFBANY, our heroine, is buying apples.)
+ +SMIFF: Ah, thank you for the apples, humble Appleman, but nothing can fill the hunger of loneliness. I fear I have dated every man in our village of four people, and now I’ll never find my one true love.
+ +(A horse whinnies. Riding in on a handsome steed is a handsomer stud. GROMBO, prince from a faraway land, enters with a rose.)
+ +GROMBO: Did somebody say Grombo?
+ +SMIFF: No! But, perhaps I could.
+ +GROMBO: Fair lady, why do you eat that apple so sadly?
+ +SMIFF: You wouldn’t be interested in the troubles of a young, beautiful woman.
+ +GROMBO: I would!
+ +SMIFF: I’m pregnant.
+ +GROMBO: Have a good day.
+ +(He leaves.)
+ +(SMIFF weeps a frenzy of weeps. But LO! From the sunset comes in a twink like none ever seen in this age. Tis Chimothée!)
+ +CHIM: My lady, don’t cry. He doesn’t deserve you.
+ +SMIFF: That much seems clear, handsome little boy.
+ +CHIM: I’m in my twenties.
+ +SMIFF: I said what I said. + +(Chim goes to comfort but stubs the sharpest stub you’ve ever stubbed on a nasty stubbing +rock.)
+ +CHIM: OW!
+ +SMIFF: Not the Stubbing rock! You’ve loosed the sacred rock from its really dangerous hold in the +middle of the street
+ +(She helps him to the doctor.)
+ +SMIFF: I’ll check back with you later, go seek the medicine man.
+ +(GROMBO, having overheard that he’s not worthy, turns right around on priniciple, and comes back with a new different flower.)
+ +GROMBO: Ah, Lady, I was just getting you a new flower, and you’re talking to another man. I hope you don’t mind that I’ve wildly and irrationally jealous.
+ +SMIFF: My name is Smiffbany.
+ +GROMBO: Of course, Lady.
+ +SMIFF: What kind of flower you got?
+ +GROMBO: Um, what kinds do you like?
+ +SMIFF: Volcanic irises, the rarest in the kingdom.
+ +GROMBO: Um, yeah. This is one, but it looks different because it’s out of season. But here. I know you love them.
+ +She is visibly impressed.
+ +GROMBO: I was en route to feed my horse a stiff drink of water. Would you show this traveler to the well?
+ +SMIFF: Of course, I know the way. It’s upstage right.
+ +(They head to the well.)