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On the River
FROM FAR BENEATH THE BLANKET OF SLUDGE
THE BELLIES OF BILLIONS OF FISH BULGED
CLUMPS CLUNG TO THE TANGLED STRINGS OF MY NET
AND ALL I COULD HEAR WERE THE GROWLS OF MY GUT
AND THE GROANS OF THE GULLS OVERHEAD
THE BELLIES OF BILLIONS OF FISH BULGED
CLUMPS CLUNG TO THE TANGLED STRINGS OF MY NET
AND ALL I COULD HEAR WERE THE GROWLS OF MY GUT
AND THE GROANS OF THE GULLS OVERHEAD
Published 31st Dec 2022
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31st Jul 2024 4:55pm
4th Aug 2024 12:38pm
Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed this. It was a stream-of-consciousness poem written in the summer of 2022 at Shoalhaven River, NSW. A complicated and repetitive period of time. Alliteration is definitely my favourite devices as well. It strikes that balance between rhythm and rigidity/harshness, depending on its use
4th Aug 2024 4:43pm
I play with alliteration as well. It usually starts out in a stream of consciousness as well. I try to capture it minus a sing songy cadence
