Happy Birthday, Cats!
The following poem is a gift for you, written with our shared love of the Malfoys in mind.
Title: Manor of Shadows
Characters: Narcissa, Draco, Lucius
Length: 23 lines; 193 words
A/N: This was partly inspired by Federico Garcia Lorea's poem Casida of Sobbing which I read in the Against Forgetting poetry anthology. It also fills the "isolation" square on my darkfantasybingo card.
Narcissa has removed every curtain by hand
Because she does not want to sit in shadows.
There are no wands left for Lumos or Incendio
So she lights every fireplace and candle by hand
So she does not have to sit in shadows. Something
Curse-like grips Narcissa, when she sits in shadows.
Shadows replace Draco when he slips out;
She always leads him back, shuts the door
Steers him to the nearest window where he dutifully settles
Like dust. She tells him to appreciate the view from here.
Everything he needs is here.
Outside the window, the garden has been drained,
dried out, and wrinkled by greedy, ancient ground
The way the constellations in her husband's eyes
Drained into half-moon shadows.
In a square pane of glass
She rubs away the spots by hand, and sees beyond
Her own shadows reflected back, on into a distant,
Dutiful future, when the curtains will need replacing
When the garden will need tending, just as soon as
The world comes around again, just
As soon as this odd cloud passes
And takes its shadows with it.