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Spring Drabble

I can't seem to pull myself out of the duldrums. It might be that this chemo was really difficult--I''m still nauseated and tired and achy and this is day 4. Typically this stuff eases up--but not this time. Sigh.

Anyway, I got inspired and here's the result.


Tra la! It's May!
The lusty month of May!
That lovely month when ev'ryone goes
Blissfully astray.
Tra la! It's here!
That shocking time of year
When tons of wicked little thoughts
Merrily appear!
It's May! It's May!


John stood there with his mouth open watching Aeryn singing and spinning. Her lacy white gown fell in folds around her slippered feet. The flowers binding her hair in braided abandon flew in gentle petals as she guided the maypole's participants. D'Argo, dressed in leather jerkin spin and twirled the garland up and over and around Chiana...

"This is not right. It is just not right," John murmured as he watched Scorpius and Sikozou as they braided their maypole into the gaily dancing ordered chaos.

"Stop!" John cried as he stomped into the midst of the dance. His dad looked up from where he was nuzzling a damsel.

"This is just not right."

John blinked his eyes and shook his head as he walked out of the glen and back on to Moya's maintenance bay with it dark golden walls and current vents of steam. Slowly, he slid down the warm wall and lay his head back. "Maybe this is some sort of flashback. Yeah, some of Granny's mushroom dustin'. I'll just wake up and it'll be over as soon as I figure out what I'm supposed to figure out." He blinked his eyes and shook his head one more time.

June is bustin' out all over
All over the meadow and the hill!
Buds're bustin' outa bushes
And the rompin' river pushes
Ev'ry little wheel that wheels beside the mill!

June is bustin' out all over
The feelin' is gettin' so intense,
That the young Virginia creepers
Hev been huggin' the bejeepers
Outa all the mornin' glories on the fence!
Because it's June...

June, June, June
Just because it's June, June, June!


Aeryn spread her arms wide as she tossed wild flowers out towards the ocean with abandon. Her black hair was tied back with a pink ribbon that matched the cambray plaid of her simple frock. Her apron was full of more flowers. Lechna grabbed her hand and pulled her towards him fiercely. His bosun's cap was tilted back on his curly black hair while he sang the refrain. The red bandana bobed in time over his adam's apple and the vibrations of his baratone sent ripples down his chest where the hairs peaked out of his open shirt. Areyn looked at her lover and just smiled.

"No, no, No!" John cried as he found himself sitting on the other side of the huge bon fire that had been lit on the rolling Maine hill that lead down to the coastline. "He's gonna use you, Aeryn and then abandon you. What am I saying?" John noticed that he too was now dressed in Maine fisherman's finest tweed pants, boots, linen shirt and suspenders. "I won't accept this. What are you trying to show me?" But Aeryn was now kissing Lechna with abandon and D'Argo, Sikozou, Chiana, Scorpius, Jool, Stark, and all the other players were slowly disappearing into the dark corners away from the flames to do the same.

"I Want Out!" John tried.

And he rolled across the floor and came up rather abruptly against another of Moya's bulkheads. He still had no answers, but many fears. He could taste his tears as they rolled into his mouth. She wouldn't do that. She couldn't.

Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand
Six Hundred Minutes
Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand
Moments So Dear
Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand
Six Hundred Minutes
How Do you Measure - Measure A Year ?

In Daylights - In Sunsets
In Midnights - In Cups Of Coffee
In Inches - In Miles
In Laughter - In Strife
*
In - Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand
Six Hundred Minutes
How Do You Measure
A Year In The Life
*
How About Love ?
How About Love ?
How About Love ?
Measure In Love?


John rolled over to see decadence. A decrepid room full of dancing and prancing Peacekeepers and rebels and in the center, standing on a box looking directly at him for the first time, stood Aeryn. No costume this time, just Aeryn in her leathers and tight braid pointing an accusing finger at him. And he knew all of a sudden what this was all about.

He closed his eyes to hide the ugliness of the scene and to let the music flow around him. Addiction and salvation. His dreams were always about what? Earth, wormholes, and Aeryn. There was nothing else. He pulled the golden covers up over his head to further hide her accusations. He shivered with the withdrawal symptoms as the sweat collected on his chest, thighs, and back. He was in for another long night.

He sighed and thought, at least I haven't brought out the Andrew Lloyd Webber.

Comments

Loved this drabble!!

On another note ... I actually know a good amount of people (friends and relatives) who have had to deal with chemo treatments and they all sing the praises of Essiac tea. It's quite inexpensive ... and one place I've bought it from is http://www.herbalhealer.com/essiac.html (you have to be a "member" but I think it's like $20 for a lifetime membership). Anyway, I know for a fact the stuff works. The people I've known have taken it right along with chemo and to completely recover when it was all over. My one friend who had colon cancer started taking it midway through a 6 month long chemo and after taking it the docs tested his blood count and it was way up from before (of course they took credit for it!). Anyway, just thought I would mention it in case you'd never heard of it. Hang in there!!