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.
Impala
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.
Mystery
Now you see it, now you don’t:
Her rearview mirror.
Emotion
Glittering in night
Dark as blood and bright as tears –
Raindrops on the hood.
Mirrors
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.
Foley
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.
Passion
Black and beautiful,
She’s been his only constant.
Love is no surprise.
Therapy
The man and the car
Become salvage together.
Dean rebuilds himself.
Rx
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:
Rededication.
Weapon
A ghost in the road –
Floor the accelerator!
Scapegoat
Weight too great to bear;
Grief, guilt, duty, secrets, rage
Smash down on the trunk.
Transformation
Her civilian trunk
Carried diapers, food, and toys;
Hunters play with guns.
Hunter Car
Practicality:
Power engine, massive trunk,
Black seats hide the blood.
Billing
She is the third star
And the only standing set,
Gleaming black and chrome.
Croatoan
Escape the roadblock –
Squealing tires, smoking brakes,
Fleet black powerslide!
Long Haul
Tires on pavement
Beat their own moody rhythm:
The sound of lonely.
Comfort
When there are no words,
When music would be too much,
Still – the car’s engine.
Together
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,
Roles
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.
Truths
So not his brother.
Cars? Just things – but still Sam knows
This one’s part of Dean.
Cliffhanger
Not the pretty car!
We whimpered for hurt boys, but
Her wounds made us scream.
Family Traits
Beautiful, graceful, strong, proud,
Elegant in black.
Renegades
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.
Solace
Exhausted, beaten,
Even shot, Dean takes the wheel:
Driving her is peace.
Patterns
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!
Reason
She keeps his secrets.
If Dean’s asleep while Sam drives,
He’s dodging questions.
Owners
John and Dean are linked.
The car’s already haunted:
She holds both their souls.
Roles
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.
Inheritance
What brings Dean comfort
Would mean lonely grief for Sam:
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 ...
