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04:56 pm - drabble for avalonjones -- who is the smiling stranger
Title: who is the smiling stranger
Requester: avalonjones
Requested Topic: Kujaku
Series: RG Veda
Due to http://incandescens.livejournal.com/398869.html


Kujaku has splendid eyes; Ashura thinks them very pretty. They dance with mischief, sparkle like the wheeling stars above, and are so very knowing, so very understanding . . . Not like Yasha, of course. Yasha is special. But Yasha might sometimes be upset by things.

Kujaku would share the joke, whatever it was. Kujaku is the mad uncle who comes in at the turn of the year with unexpected presents, the older brother who has some exciting adventure to get involved in . . .

Sometimes Kujaku's breath smells of raw meat. Ashura is too dazzled to ask why.

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From:avalonjones
Date:April 11th, 2006 10:48 pm (UTC)
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Ah hahahahahaha!!! You're a genius! I salute you, and thank you!!
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From:incandescens
Date:April 11th, 2006 10:53 pm (UTC)
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A pleasure. ;) Thank you.
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From:avalonjones
Date:April 12th, 2006 12:05 am (UTC)
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Eeeeeeee, Kujaku!!! *purrrrrrr*
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From:incandescens
Date:April 12th, 2006 12:31 am (UTC)
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(grins) An extra cookie if you can identify where the title is from.
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From:avalonjones
Date:April 12th, 2006 10:47 pm (UTC)
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*wrings hands* As fond of cookies as I am, I'm utterly clueless. *sigh*
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From:incandescens
Date:April 12th, 2006 11:44 pm (UTC)
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It's from Innocent's Song by Causley.

Innocent's Song

Who's that knocking on the window,
Who's that standing at the door,
What are all those presents
Laying on the kitchen floor?

Who is the smiling stranger
With hair as white as gin,
What is he doing with the children
And who could have let him in?

Why has he rubies on his fingers,
A cold, cold crown on his head,
Why, when he caws his carol,
Does the salty snow run red?

Why does he ferry my fireside
As a spider on a thread,
His fingers made of fuses
And his tongue of gingerbread?

Why does the world before him
Melt in a million suns,
Why do his yellow, yearning eyes
Burn like saffron buns?

Watch where he comes walking
Out of the Christmas flame,
Dancing, double-talking:

Herod is his name.

-- Charles Causley


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From:avalonjones
Date:April 13th, 2006 11:15 am (UTC)
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Oh! You posted that once before, I think. Shame on me for not remembering... You always find the most excellent poems...!
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From:incandescens
Date:April 13th, 2006 04:06 pm (UTC)
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Thanks. :) I do enjoy sharing them!
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From:archangelbeth
Date:April 12th, 2006 12:39 am (UTC)
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Eeeeeee!
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From:incandescens
Date:April 12th, 2006 12:42 am (UTC)
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Ah, yes . . . the English version hasn't got to the end yet, has it?

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