Oh, I like how the last stanza is different and how she gets to rest. The turning around three times seems like it could be more formula or maybe. . . Is she a familiar? Probably not. But I like the way the animal is evoked with that line.
I could say many words about this piece, however that bit is my particular favorite. The exhaustive nature of needing to know often keeps us unable to rest.
This is just fascinating-- so much going on here,!
The disturbing yet evocative plucking the eyes out and sending them downhill to see ahead was such a strong opening. The complete and even literal consumption of spellbooks, shaking hands with her ghosts, and then unearthing skeletons to tell her what she was afraid to know... Eeeee!
There's so much compulsion and conflict throughout, that burning desire to know coupled with the suspicion that it might just destroy here. I love this one!
I love all the images here, and what she is willing to do.
This is my favorite stanza: She deconstructed walls, pulled up floors, dusted off skeletons, pulled them into the sun to watch their bones bleach brilliantly, patiently waited until they started to tell her the stories she was afraid to know.
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“dusted off skeletons, pulled
them into the sun to watch
their bones bleach brilliantly,
patiently waited until they started
to tell her the stories she was afraid
to know.”
I could say many words about this piece, however that bit is my particular favorite. The exhaustive nature of needing to know often keeps us unable to rest.
I loved this piece very much!
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The disturbing yet evocative plucking the eyes out and sending them downhill to see ahead was such a strong opening. The complete and even literal consumption of spellbooks, shaking hands with her ghosts, and then unearthing skeletons to tell her what she was afraid to know... Eeeee!
There's so much compulsion and conflict throughout, that burning desire to know coupled with the suspicion that it might just destroy here. I love this one!
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This is my favorite stanza:
She deconstructed walls,
pulled up floors,
dusted off skeletons, pulled
them into the sun to watch
their bones bleach brilliantly,
patiently waited until they started
to tell her the stories she was afraid
to know.
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