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Oh, Amelyn - IV
The winter scattered, through earthy breeze and damp smell,
heavenly white powder upon my shadow-stained wings.
For a single instance this disturbed crow,
With a voice like floorboards crackling
As children run
From combustion,
Was willowy, waxen, the dulcet dove.
Strange how the toad laughed at me then,
As he perched and scolded his bottom by hoarfrost upon our lake.
Yet still the frog pirouetted, in his blue suit, dizzily.
My beak ached to expel me from my frog prince fantasy
I wouldn’t, couldn’t, should not miss his absence again.
A toad would never submit to a crow, for he too proud
And she too simple.
We used to say that love would be the hook, line, sinker,
The boat we drowned in
I always seemed to forget that frogs can swim.
Almost.
‘Amelyn, I’d like you to come home now. Danielle is here to see you. Wake up. Please. Wake up.’
heavenly white powder upon my shadow-stained wings.
For a single instance this disturbed crow,
With a voice like floorboards crackling
As children run
From combustion,
Was willowy, waxen, the dulcet dove.
Strange how the toad laughed at me then,
As he perched and scolded his bottom by hoarfrost upon our lake.
Yet still the frog pirouetted, in his blue suit, dizzily.
My beak ached to expel me from my frog prince fantasy
I wouldn’t, couldn’t, should not miss his absence again.
A toad would never submit to a crow, for he too proud
And she too simple.
We used to say that love would be the hook, line, sinker,
The boat we drowned in
I always seemed to forget that frogs can swim.
Almost.
‘Amelyn, I’d like you to come home now. Danielle is here to see you. Wake up. Please. Wake up.’
Published 8th Nov 2011
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Anonymous
11th Nov 2011 00:01am
These Amelyn poems, especially this one, remind me of Ted Hughes' renowned anthology Crow, which contained poems all about a fictional character of the same name, an actual crow whose passage through life reflected mankind's (as was my interprtation anyway).
There's some incredible use of simile and metaphor here. The lines about the floorboards creaking are my favourites. That's an amazing fragment of poetry to rival a lot of published stuff. There's barely a clunky moment as the narrative wends its way calmy towards the closing line. Thanks for the read, LA.
There's some incredible use of simile and metaphor here. The lines about the floorboards creaking are my favourites. That's an amazing fragment of poetry to rival a lot of published stuff. There's barely a clunky moment as the narrative wends its way calmy towards the closing line. Thanks for the read, LA.
12th Nov 2011 4:50pm
These are poems from the new book I'm writing so yeah, it's all ties in, I'm glad you noticed. Thank you!
16th Nov 2011 10:16pm
Finally got a chance to read them. I copy-pasted all four into one place to read them together, and, wow. I'm not sure what to say. I love love love the different feelings I get from each of the four, so related yet distinct. I'll have to read them again at some point to figure it out. Are there more coming?
17th Nov 2011 8:30am
I'd like to create twenty-two as these are the chapter openers to my book. Hopefully the poems will tell the story as much as the book. We'll see...thank you Mike!
