Absolutely stunning! I love how your pieces are completely different yet very much the same.
I have to admit that I haven't really been giving poetry much of a chance this season; perhaps that's due to some bit of jealousy on my part that my poetry never seems to spill forth from my fingers the way I imagine it spilling forth from yours, structured and not, evocative but haphazard in a way.
The feelings that this piece stirs in me are very much the same as the feelings I got from bleodswean's piece. It's quite an experience to let these words and these feelings just penetrate me completely, but at the same time I feel like they don't give me much of an option.
This works so well with bleodswean's entry, but stands on its own as a marvelous poem, telling its own story. There are so many great lines and images here, but my favorite is "I wrapped him in my pelt and thighs/to thaw grief from his bones" -- what a great image! The idea that the man would wear her pelt around her shoulders is so cruel, especially when it makes him like freedom. This is a great description of how a selkie might feel out of her skin and on shore, "Even as my own body . . . ." Fantastic work!
Also fascinating and gorgeous, like bleodswean's and yet different.
sent my pearlescent heart rolling across sandbars, desperate I loved the language and imagery there, the heart so precious and beautiful, so loose and uncontrolled, so at risk without her even realizing.
because sometimes he smelled like freedom And this-- the sharp imagery, the man's brazen willingness to take absolutely everything this woman has to offer and even that which she does not, and to throw his lack of care and tenderness and consideration back in her face.
I had so hoped you two would partner together for this intersection, and even so, the results surpassed my deepest expectations. ♥
Your imagery it such a cold harsh counterpart to your partner’s. The pieces are great together! Your tale is sad- the kind of tragedy that seems common for the Selkie ladies, but with a promise of sweetness to come.
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I have to admit that I haven't really been giving poetry much of a chance this season; perhaps that's due to some bit of jealousy on my part that my poetry never seems to spill forth from my fingers the way I imagine it spilling forth from yours, structured and not, evocative but haphazard in a way.
The feelings that this piece stirs in me are very much the same as the feelings I got from bleodswean's piece. It's quite an experience to let these words and these feelings just penetrate me completely, but at the same time I feel like they don't give me much of an option.
Wonderful, wonderful work!
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sent my
pearlescent heart
rolling across sandbars, desperate
I loved the language and imagery there, the heart so precious and beautiful, so loose and uncontrolled, so at risk without her even realizing.
because sometimes he
smelled like freedom
And this-- the sharp imagery, the man's brazen willingness to take absolutely everything this woman has to offer and even that which she does not, and to throw his lack of care and tenderness and consideration back in her face.
I had so hoped you two would partner together for this intersection, and even so, the results surpassed my deepest expectations. ♥
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