Hi christina,
This is fine writing! I'd never realised before how powerful repetition
could be until I read this piece (and your previous one that also repeated
lines at the start of stanzas!)
I sort of feel that:
"A bulge for the eye that turns out hollow,
waits to drown in sweetness."
feels so unexpected and I can't yet get the significance of why the words
are there. All attempts to imbue the words with meaning don't seem to work!
Help,
anyone else?
Bob
>From: Christina Fletcher <[log in to unmask]>
>Reply-To: The Pennine Poetry Works <[log in to unmask]>
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>Subject: New sub: Ice
>Date: Wed, 23 Oct 2002 06:33:29 EDT
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> Ice
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> A canal frozen over, so thin a beak could crack the skin.
> Hymns in the background. Always hymns.
> Sheets flip-flap, flip-flap - a beak could crack the skin.
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> She stirs like an angel, a smooth figure eight -
> sheets flip-flap, flip-flap - and the mould's chilled,
> green as lost school jumpers.
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> She stirs like an angel. A smooth figure of eight,
> steam rising, cyclamen in brass bowls and the mould's
>chilled,
> green as lost school jumpers,
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> gilled and scaled, flat-tailed and finned. Steam rising,
> cyclamen in brass bowls, and below there's shouting,
> coming up from the street.
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> Gilled and scaled, flat-tailed and finned, a bulge
> for the eye that turns out hollow.
> And below there's shouting, coming up from the street,
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> a man trawling with a hook on a stick.
> A bulge for the eye that turns out hollow,
> waits to drown in sweetness.
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> A man trawling. With a hook on a stick.
> A canal frozen over - so thin - waits to drown in sweetness.
> Hymns in the background. Always hymns.
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> christina fletcher
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