In my last post, I mentioned not writing a poem for around three months. In the last week, I’ve written seven poems, partly as a result of PFFA’s new Seven Seven forum. It was hard going to begin with, but I got into the swing of things as the week wore on.
Here’s the last of the seven.
***gone***
7 comments:
Liked it - and the others and (particularly), following your link, Glory Box. Bravo!
I have to say that I've been trying to avoid that story as I knew I didn't have the stomach for it. Reading your poem stunned me to tears. It conveys everything (especially the raw anger) without the sensationalism.
Thanks for posting it.
Thanks, Oliver and Hazel.
I think this new one needs a touch of revision in various places (at the level of langauge and image). But I'm satisfied with it as a draft.
An extraordintary idea to juxtapose this awfulness with Christmas - makes it doubly awful. I cried.
A poem which works for me. As Frances says, the juxtaposition strengthens the impact. The hebdomad is an extremely interesting form; I have Roddy's original definition, and I've tried it a couple of times, but not as successfully as you have.
Forgot to leave a comment: this looks really interesting and I think it really suits the material you've used here. The juxtaposing and the accumulation seems to work very well.
Frances, Colin, Barbara - thanks.
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