OF ALL NIGHTS TO PLAY THE SONG.
Ginevra Weasley + The Second Wizarding War
During the early days of the war, Ginevra could do nothing but wait. She was too young, they said, too young to fight; but she knew she was also too old to sit around as her brothers fought in the trenches. Hogwarts was a far cry from safety; students emerged from classrooms with cuts and bruises rather than laughing. And even if she desperately tried to be the shining beacon of hope, joking around even when she’d had to scrub the floors because she dared to talk back, it seemed as though it was all in vain.
So she decided to fight back. No fear could stop her - if she knew anything, she knew pain, and it came as a bittersweet reminder to keep fighting. Keep fighting and keep surviving. The Dumbledore’s Army rose again, and they were too angry to falter. After all, those who have nothing to lose are the ones you should be terrified of.
SLEEP COME TO ME PLEASEEEEE I WANT MY REST. I WANT TO DREAM THAT I’M HAPPY AGAIN. UGH.
“Marina Abramovic and Ulay started an intense love story in the 70s, performing art out of the van they lived in. When they felt the relationship had run its course, they decided to walk the Great Wall of China, each from one end, meeting for one last big hug in the middle and never seeing each other again. at her 2010 MoMa retrospective Marina performed ‘The Artist Is Present’ as part of the show, a minute of silence with each stranger who sat in front of her. Ulay arrived without her knowing it and this is what happened.”
Just wrote this poem last night. You know that feeling when you fall asleep in the day and when you wake up, it’s already dark? Not sure why but it always makes me feel melancholy. Anyway, I hope you like it… it’s the first poem I have written in a really long time (hence the first line.) I’ve been so busy getting ready for the September launch of my new book Lullabies. Hopefully, there will be more new poems soon… A thousand kisses to you all! xo Lang