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Nov. 19th, 2004 03:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Well, I have acquired a LiveJournal, albeit principally to enable me to stop being Ms Anonymous when posting on other people’s LiveJournals. I don’t expect to post a great deal, but it’s a home. It may even occasionally host fic.
I chose the moniker "Nineveh" when I joined the Harry Potter fansite, FictionAlley (where you can find my fic., focussed almost entirely on the Black sisters, three author avatars masquerading as individual characters). Nineveh isn’t a particularly euphonious word, but I think it looks lovely and, of course, there are the poems. Nineveh crops up a lot in poems, most famously in this one…
Cargoes (John Masefield)
QUINQUIREME of Nineveh from distant Ophir,
Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine,
With a cargo of ivory,
And apes and peacocks,
Sandalwood, cedarwood, and sweet white wine.
Stately Spanish galleon coming from the Isthmus,
Dipping through the Tropics by the palm-green shores,
With a cargo of diamonds,
Emeralds, amethysts,
Topazes, and cinnamon, and gold moidores.
Dirty British coaster with a salt-caked smoke-stack,
Butting through the Channel in the mad March days,
With a cargo of Tyne coal,
Road-rails, pig-lead,
Firewood, iron-ware, and cheap tin trays.
I chose the moniker "Nineveh" when I joined the Harry Potter fansite, FictionAlley (where you can find my fic., focussed almost entirely on the Black sisters, three author avatars masquerading as individual characters). Nineveh isn’t a particularly euphonious word, but I think it looks lovely and, of course, there are the poems. Nineveh crops up a lot in poems, most famously in this one…
Cargoes (John Masefield)
QUINQUIREME of Nineveh from distant Ophir,
Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine,
With a cargo of ivory,
And apes and peacocks,
Sandalwood, cedarwood, and sweet white wine.
Stately Spanish galleon coming from the Isthmus,
Dipping through the Tropics by the palm-green shores,
With a cargo of diamonds,
Emeralds, amethysts,
Topazes, and cinnamon, and gold moidores.
Dirty British coaster with a salt-caked smoke-stack,
Butting through the Channel in the mad March days,
With a cargo of Tyne coal,
Road-rails, pig-lead,
Firewood, iron-ware, and cheap tin trays.