Alright, this is my most recent palindrome, which is more of a palindro-em. I haven’t posted it up before now because I was hoping to make a badly-photoshopped graphic novel out of it, and I had a couple of other people who might make illustrations for it at some point as well, but as that’s coming slow, and it’s finals week, I guess I’ll just post the palindrome by itself. I’m also working on another story, but it might not be up until Christmas break so, for my four or so followers, you know, expect that coming.
The palindro-em might need some background, so here it is: It’s about a group of sailors who wash up on shore and find this mermaid tangled in a fishing net, lying, apparently dead, on the beach. The last people to find her were fishermen who fled once they realized what she was. So, they find her and she wakes up and eats nine of the sailors’ hearts out. Then, she plays a song to seduce the narrator, who is trying to escape, and his shipmates run away while he is entranced and leave him as a sacrifice. She eats his heart out as well. I would go line by line, but it’s probably better for others to derive their own meaning from it.
UPDATE: Here are the slides I have so far. Yes, I know the photoshopping’s terrible. I’m going to say it was a stylistic choice.
Tide-mandated daemon, no mead det ‘ad named it,
Porcelain net-necrop, or centenniale crop,
Stink stang ferrel like killer ref-gnats. Knits
Drowned algae. Sea gladen word…(spoken by a sailor in the graphic, “Mermaid”)
Tide is lapse. Vile nine tones note nine lives, palsied. It
Peels on. “Yield!” I say, as I’d lie. “Y-No…sleep.”
Lire, play al. Peril
Nie. Racem eyes eye me. Care
Not felt. Fade, traitors. Rot. I arte daft, on
Tallats, planets ten alps tall! At
Fin, know elbo’ n gill, in as an ill, ignoble-won knife.