"My love has wings, slender feathered things,/with grace and upswept curve and tapered tip."
Back ages ago, when I was in my teens, I decided to write the rest of the poem, as I'm sure many people have done. Here's my version:
My love has wings, slender, feathered things,
with grace and upswept curve and tapered tip,
soft and sliding underneath the grip
of my bewildered, alien hands. She sings:
curving tunes that bind my mind in rings
of turning sound, soft silver notes that rip
my heart, though they are gentle as the dip
and swirl of brown and russet on her wings.
It is impossible that we should fit
body to body, desire to desire.
My lips touch hers. She sings afresh,
voice rising like the double moon that lit
us through her trees. She steps from her attire.
Her wings spread wide, then close about my flesh.
- the program from the 1974 ST Con at the Commodore Hotel in New York,
- a Star Trek Trivia Quiz I wrote,
- an essay I wrote, "Vulcan: The Planet and the People,"
- a fandom vocabulary,
- a listing of Star Trek fanzines, along with favorite authors and specific stories, as well as subscription info,
- various sketches, and
- three poems --
a poem (that should probably be song lyrics) of McCoy speaking with concern to Christine Chapel about her love for Spock;
an amusing ditty, "The Red Shirt's Lament;"
and one I am actually still rather impressed with, my version of completing "The Nightingale Woman" fragment, by Phineas Tarbolde ("Where No Man Has Gone Before," TOS. (Of course it was TOS -- there was nothing else, then!) Has anyone else done this?
I'm off to google the names of the authors I'd taken note of, to see if any of them (you??) are still around. I can't tell you how much fun I had going through these!!! Just had to share. I'll post any of the above if anyone's interested.
Here's a link:
Anyway, great time at the Con and took tons of pix (as usual)! I'll get them up ASAP. Better to put them all up at once, right, rather than bit by bit?
What do you folks think about this story: