The Grand Conspiracy | The Lonely Dance of the Pearl-Grey Shark
The Grand Conspiracy | The Lonely Dance of the Pearl-Grey Shark.
Last week while we were out at the Deacon, we were taking turns doing dramatic readings of “Silk & Steel“, possibly the worst book ever written. It contains descriptive prose of this sort:
Her face had the fragrance of a gibbous moon. The scent of fresh snow. Her eyes were dark birds in fresh snow. They were the birds’ shadows, they were mirrors; they were the legends on old charts. They were antique armor and the tears of dragons. Her brows were a raptor’s sharp, anxious wings. They were a pair of scythes. Her ears were a puzzle carved in ivory. Her teeth were her only bracelet; she carried them within the red velvet purse of her lips. Her tongue was amber. Her tongue was a ferret, an anemone, a fox caught in the teeth of a tiger.
As we were reading, and laughing, and drinking, I perceived of a GC challenge based on the following passage. (I for one think we need more challenges and themed writing events over at GC, since people are Losing Steam and Letting Life Get in the Way and stuff. Asses.) Anyway, read this if you can:
Her shoulders were the clay in a potter’s kiln. Her shoulders were fieldstones; they were the white, square stones of which walls are made. They were windows covered with steam. They were porcelain. They were opal and moonstone. Her neck was the foam that curls from the prow of a ship, it was a sheaf of alfalfa or barley, it was the lonely dance of the pearl-grey shark.
And the sad thing is “the lonely dance of the pearl-grey shark” while it doesn’t really describe a neck to any extent, is a pretty evocative phrase. I thought we should all write a story, a poem or do some artwork with this concept and title. So anyway, at the link is mine. If any of you non-GCers want to submit your Pearl-Grey piece in the comments here or there, please feel free.
Much <3′s,
Your Gibbous-Moon scented superBadGirl
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