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[writing] NaPoWriMo Day 9: Lover’s Chain, Novet

Still following Seanan McGuire’s Lover’s Chain tutorial. The ninth step is the novet. It is two quatrains with a single line between them, and the standard rhyme scheme is ABAB C DEDE. Seanan’s has the same meter for each line, but she doesn’t say that’s required, and I can’t find anything elsewhere about the novet, so I’m just ignoring that part. (This is why I’m not great at form poetry. I start ignoring the parts I don’t like. Except the damn rhyme, apparently.) I am writing a love poem to a monstrous final girl.

1A I am not the damsel in distress;
2B you are no shining armor knight.
3A You came to me, blood-soaked, and I confess
4B in that moment under the pale moon light

5C I was scared.

6D Your lip curled, flashed teeth, that grin.
7E I gathered myself, reached out
8D and you settled into my arms, warm as sin,
9E I remembered what our love was all about.

I’m not pleased with the last line, so it will need some tweaking. Though it’s very different from the thought I started writing, I think I’m going for doubt instead.

9E Touching you, I almost forgot my doubt.

Lover’s Chain

1
The moon rises, bright and full, and with it comes peace.

2
Bloody, bruised, you escape death;
Come, darling, rest, catch your breath.

3
You wore a dress I love, bell skirt swinging;
we danced beneath the bright moonlight.
Kiss me, you said, and I obeyed — left us breathless, joyful, clinging.

4
Behind us, woods, empty and dark.
Silent, but for the crunch of broken leaves.
“Wait,” I said, chilled and leery.
You kissed me, you smiled — I’ll be right back.

5
I shiver, cold damp air on bare skin,
branches tremble in the wind, drop leaves.
It crashes through the brush nearby, big, furred — my breath goes thin.
Branches tremble in the wind, drop leaves.
I shiver, cold damp air on bare skin.

6
I froze, terrified, face to face with a beast.
It opened its long muzzle wide, flashed sharp, shiny teeth.
You were safe, my love, I thought, at least, at least.

Then you appeared, one hand on my arm, dragging me away beneath
the lowest branches, silver at your fingers, brow creased.
My hero, but you left me, fear holding me still, in the broken heath.

7
You ran, dress red-black as blood in the moonlight.
Darted through brush, over fallen branches,
until the monster, heavy, furred, rose on its haunches,
and you leaped, silver knife carving the night.

You ran, dress red-black as blood in the moonlight,
straight into the monster’s reach.
Knife flashed, blood, and with a howl-like scream, it launched into the fight.

8

Teeth, claws, weight — it tore into you, until
you stood above the fallen monster, bloody and free-
falling backward, knife, tangled hair, fallen and still.
Teeth, claws, weight — it tore into you, until
you punched up, knife flashing, fisted, iron-will
stronger than I’d ever seen, my gorgeous girl, wild, gutsy.
Teeth, claws, weight, it tore into you until
you stood above the fallen monster, bloody and free.

9

I am not the damsel in distress;
you are no shining armor knight.
You came to me, blood-soaked, and I confess
in that moment under the pale moon light

I was scared.

Your lip curled, flashed teeth, that grin.
I gathered myself, reached out
and you settled into my arms, warm as sin,
Touching you, I almost forgot my doubt.

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