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some_stars) wrote2009-10-21 10:19 am
some_stars) wrote2009-10-21 10:19 am
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the assignment was a sonnet. in consequence, this is not good.
(untitled, yet)
I banged my shoe against the door. The heel
Left black moon-dents in the soft wood, that will
Never come out, there was no fixing. Feel
The way I feel. I screamed. Nothing could fill
The black cold river just below my skull
That throbbed, and bent me to its purposes,
To hurl my books down staircases, to pull
Away from mother's pressing surfaces
That were my only comfort. And denied
Even that, I raged, spilled nail polish on carpet,
Stole scarves and shoes. I cried and cried and cried,
I didn't know for what, my chest was sharp
With need and fear and pulse. I was seven,
I wanted my mother. It would have been heaven.
you can kind of see where i wanted to go spenserian with this but lol not NEARLY good enough. next one i want to try petrarchan, eight and six. or possibly two sextets and a delayed couplet, which is enchanting me for some odd reason.
(untitled, yet)
I banged my shoe against the door. The heel
Left black moon-dents in the soft wood, that will
Never come out, there was no fixing. Feel
The way I feel. I screamed. Nothing could fill
The black cold river just below my skull
That throbbed, and bent me to its purposes,
To hurl my books down staircases, to pull
Away from mother's pressing surfaces
That were my only comfort. And denied
Even that, I raged, spilled nail polish on carpet,
Stole scarves and shoes. I cried and cried and cried,
I didn't know for what, my chest was sharp
With need and fear and pulse. I was seven,
I wanted my mother. It would have been heaven.
you can kind of see where i wanted to go spenserian with this but lol not NEARLY good enough. next one i want to try petrarchan, eight and six. or possibly two sextets and a delayed couplet, which is enchanting me for some odd reason.