#a triad

[writerswho]

The folks at Nevermore see all the tension between Weems and the Addams on Parent's Weekend, and they start a bet about which one Weems dated. Enid finds out about the bet and goes to talk to Wednesday, asking her not to get angry and not to kill anyone, Wednesday says that this is all bullshit because it's more than obvious that Weems dated both. 

[prosecat]

McVries, Garraty and Stebbins are dating

[whisperthatruns]

Three sang of love together: one with lips   Crimson, with cheeks and bosom in a glow, Flushed to the yellow hair and finger tips;   And one there sang who soft and smooth as snow   Bloomed like a tinted hyacinth at a show; And one was blue with famine after love,   Who like a harpstring snapped rang harsh and low The burden of what those were singing of. One shamed herself in love; one temperately   Grew gross in soulless love, a sluggish wife; One famished died for love. Thus two of three   Took death for love and won him after strife; One droned in sweetness like a fattened bee:   All on the threshold, yet all short of life.

Christina Rossetti, “A Triad”

[poetrysupportgroup]

Three sang of love together: one with lips   Crimson, with cheeks and bosom in a glow, Flushed to the yellow hair and finger tips;   And one there sang who soft and smooth as snow   Bloomed like a tinted hyacinth at a show; And one was blue with famine after love,   Who like a harpstring snapped rang harsh and low The burden of what those were singing of. One shamed herself in love; one temperately   Grew gross in soulless love, a sluggish wife; One famished died for love. Thus two of three   Took death for love and won him after strife; One droned in sweetness like a fattened bee:   All on the threshold, yet all short of life.

Poem of the day: March 12, 2017 A Triad // Christina Rossetti

[blushingkate]

A Triad

Three sang of love together: one with lips Crimson, with cheeks and bosom in a glow, Flushed to the yellow hair and finger-tips; And one there sang who soft and smooth as snow Bloomed like a tinted hyacinth at a show; And one was blue with famine after love, Who like a harpstring snapped rang harsh and low The burden of what those were singing of. One shamed herself in love; one temperately Grew gross in soulless love, a sluggish wife; One famished died for love. Thus two of three Took death for love and won him after strife; One droned in sweetness like a fattened bee: All on the threshold, yet all short of life. ~ Christina Rossetti