poems

attention please

by heather anne2 Comments on attention please

add spice to substantiate mediocrity
garnering attention by
waving my hands around
and sitting on your lap
making a spectacle of myself
insinuating that you are not
paying me undivided heed

wanting to be your addiction

so that you might
find
not an annoying creature
to dissuade you from your
mindless games
but rather
a reachable unreachable
the kind that makes your heart
race faster faster faster

needing me like crimson water

once perhaps, but no longer
now
really
I just need you
to immerse yourself in me
to lay the stones in front of my feet
so that I might know where to step

blindfolding myself

tied delicately
wrapped like tinted goggles
woven into my hair
and I cling to you dramatically

humming satisfaction

without your help
I’d just sit here blind
stay still
and die without even knowing it

poems

she was a memory

by heather anne21 Comments on she was a memory

she stands when you ask her to sit
she obeys the law during the day
and breaks it at night

she walks boldly into dark alleys
and comes out the other side unscathed
she is a super hero
in pedestrian clothing

she lights up rooms with bright scarves
feigning frivolity with floral prints
she is a damsel in (distress)
tiny and fearful in a summer dress

she thrives as contradiction

you met her once
but she wrapped up the memory in
purple paper, and topped it
with exotic flowers

you want to unwrap it
you’re dying to remember
what she looked like, aching
for her intoxicating scent
to ignite you

but the memory-
she just wrapped it up too nice
so instead it remains hazy

you just
leave it be and
admire its beautiful package

life

Was that a joke?

by heather anne2 Comments on Was that a joke?

Although my last official day of university (ever!) was this past Monday, I opted to skip it for background work on the set of a new mini-series they are filming here in Alberta. It’s called Klondike, appropriately named as it’s about the Klondike Gold Rush that took place in the Yukon in the late 1890s.

The point of this post isn’t so much the mini-series, but rather one funny encounter I had with a fellow extra.

The production crew were filming a scene which involved this guy:
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If you watch Game of Thrones you’ll recognise him! He plays the character Robb Stark.

So anyways, I’m standing on set as the crew and the above actor prep for the scene. There are a number of us extras standing around waiting in the mud and snow. We’re dressed in our 1890s costumes, complete with terrible constricting shoes which suffocate the toes and provide zero protection against the cold. Actually, I think most of the guys had pretty adequate shoes, but the ladies… not so much. No idea how women managed to keep their toes back then. There were a number of times I was worried mine might fall off, and I even had those foot warmers surrounding my feet like armour (not that they did anything). Anyways, I’m digressing.

So as this scene is being prepped, myself and a guy beside me (very nice guy who I got to know a little bit throughout the day) start talking. At one point he looks at me and says

Him: Hey have you ever seen Game of Thrones?

I laugh to myself because not only have I seen it, I’m completely obsessed with it. But rather than doing what I want to do (which is to yell YES OF COURSE! in delight, run over and become new best friends with the actor, and then discuss the series nonstop with everyone I encounter because I am indeed THAT annoying crazy fan), I instead say with an air of determined indifference

Me: Yeah, I’ve seen it a few times.

More like repeatedly. But I attempt to maintain some level of dignity. The guy points to the actor and says

Him: Look at that guy. He looks exactly like Robb Stark!

Immediately after he says this the biggest grin washes across my face and I start laughing.

Me: Are you joking right now?

Him: No, why? You don’t think so?

Me: Well, of course I think so. Because he is Robb Stark.

Him: It’s the same actor?

I nod and the obviousness of reality smooths over his face, comprehension dawning.

Him: Ohhhh!

ahahaha.

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That’s my story. I best get back to packing up now. Did I mention that Liam and I are moving very soon (next week!) into a house of our very own? Quite excited! But am finding the task of packing up my entire life very daunting. So much stuff to go through and I feel like having a nap just thinking about it.

Happy Wednesday everyone.