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04 October 2007 @ 06:08 am
Forty Days of Metallicar - Complete  
In honor of the Impala's 40th birthday, and in anticipation of the advent of Season Three, alias_chickhas been hosting a forty-day-long art party here. If you haven't been by, you really should visit: there are some marvelous headers, icons, walls, and whatnot paying tribute to the car and the boys!

My part of the fun has been ginning up a haiku for each day of the celebration, and I thought I'd finally go ahead and post the whole collection here on my LJ. I hope folk enjoy them!

They are gen, rated G for all ages, and spoiler-free.


Ever since the fire

She has been shelter and home.

They are her sons, too.

427 Glasspack
Listen to her purr!
Deep, throaty, sexy music
Rumbles pipes: Dean smiles.


Dean’s car is haunted.
Now you see it, now you don’t:
Her rearview mirror.

Glittering in night
Dark as blood and bright as tears –
Raindrops on the hood.

Spirit, heart, and soul,
The car reflects her driver:
Once broken, now healed.

Mobile Motel

Pounding down the road,

Three hundred miles to daylight,

Dean hums while Sam sleeps.


She has her own voice

Even when her engine’s off:

Her doors always squeak.

Wanna Drive?

Surest proof of love:

Dean offers his kid brother

The keys to his heart.


Black and beautiful,

She’s been his only constant.

Love is no surprise.


The man and the car

Become salvage together.

Dean rebuilds himself.


Long drives blaring rock

Are prescribed for peace of mind:

Impala treatment.

Dean’s Lexicon

Define happiness:

Brother, mission, music, car,

Trunk full of weapons.

Season Three
On the road again
Saving people, hunting things:


A ghost in the road –

Floor the accelerator!

Detroit ghostbuster …


Weight too great to bear;

Grief, guilt, duty, secrets, rage

Smash down on the trunk.


Her civilian trunk

Carried diapers, food, and toys;

Hunters play with guns.

Hunter Car


Power engine, massive trunk,

Black seats hide the blood.


She is the third star

And the only standing set,

Gleaming black and chrome.


Escape the roadblock –

Squealing tires, smoking brakes,

Fleet black powerslide!

Long Haul
Tires on pavement
Beat their own moody rhythm:
The sound of lonely.


When there are no words,

When music would be too much,

Still – the car’s engine.


Pain, loss, fear, sorrow,

Brothers share with words and not,

Sitting on the hood.

Dean’s Housekeeping List

Another hunt ends.

Vacuum car, toss back seat trash,

Wash, wax. Oh – and clothes ...


More than just a ride:

Gate-crasher, cargo hauler,

Ghost-buster, and home.

Dean’s Girl

Lavish, loving care,

Shared experience and time

Can give metal, soul.


So not his brother.

Cars? Just things – but still Sam knows

This one’s part of Dean.

Not the pretty car!
We whimpered for hurt boys, but
Her wounds made us scream.

Family Traits
Winchester women:
Beautiful, graceful, strong, proud,

Elegant in black.

In fear for their lives
From the long arm of the law,
Use disguise: new plates.

Weekend Break

Small town Sunday show.

Parked in polished ranks, cars gleam.

Dean’s sweet joke ... first prize.


Exhausted, beaten,

Even shot, Dean takes the wheel:

Driving her is peace.


Across the car’s roof,

Challenge and debate. Inside?

Meeting of the minds.

Status Quo

Hell’s gate spewed demons.

Sam’s alive, John’s free, car’s fine:

All’s right with Dean’s world.

Rock On!

Doors creak, engine growls,

Tires hum, brakes squeal, trunk slams:

Impala music!


She keeps his secrets.

If Dean’s asleep while Sam drives,

He’s dodging questions.


John and Dean are linked.

The car’s already haunted:

She holds both their souls.


Lifetime companion,

All the home Dean’s ever known,

She’s sanctuary.

Dean’s Clock

Listen to the road.

Tires on pavement beat time,

One year of minutes.


What brings Dean comfort

Would mean lonely grief for Sam:

Memories fill her.

Season Three Premiere
Take the wheel and drive.
Hunting demons, saving Dean:
Winchester business.

That's it: 40 Impala haiku! I apologize for the occasionally funky text; for some reason, I'm having trouble making the font size consistent. Grrr ...
Current Mood: busy
Current Music: "Drive" by Incubus
morganslady: Winchester Menmorganslady on October 3rd, 2007 01:39 pm (UTC)
Thank you for sharing this. It's amazing the Impala has taken on a life of it's own. The poems were a fitting tribute.
whimsywinx: thoughtfulwhimsywinx on October 3rd, 2007 01:47 pm (UTC)
So this is what you've been up to! "Wanna Drive" was so elegantly beautiful, it's truth was like a punch.

Happy birthday, Metallicar!!
angharaddangharadd on October 3rd, 2007 03:39 pm (UTC)
Those are beautiful, thank you!
Diagonally Parked in a Parallel Universeriverbella on October 3rd, 2007 09:12 pm (UTC)
Lovely haiku! 40(almost)and all different and all true. What a lovely tribute to Dean's baby. I love them all, but I think my favorites are Wanna Drive?, Scapegoat, Family Traits and Patterns. You'll be done just in time to start writing haiku for your fabulous epi reviews. Yays!
brigid_tannerbrigid_tanner on October 5th, 2007 03:45 am (UTC)
These are great! I can't pick just one favorite. It's a tie between Cliffhanger (cause I knew the boys would be back...the car I wasn't so sure about), Renegades (like changing the tag is really going to help), and Scapegoat (Dean smashing the trunk made me cry more than John dying). But they are all so cool! Thanks for sharing
The Huntress: Impalahuntress69 on February 12th, 2009 01:08 am (UTC)
Awesome work, and I bow to you for writing these.
bardicvoice: impala Impalabardicvoice on February 12th, 2009 02:21 am (UTC)
Thank you! Glad you enjoyed them!

Sometimes I just think in haiku ... *grin*